The Wistful Mirror

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The letter lay on the desk, the paper yellowed and soft at the corners, the ink faded to a faint brown smear that Elias Thorne could no longer resolve into words. He squinted, the light in the sheriff’s office of Harrow County dim and dusty, smelling of old tobacco and the damp wool of his coat. It was 1912, and Elias was forty years old, a man who had served the law for twenty-two years and...

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