The Golden Mirror
Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp as a blade dropped on stone. Elias looked up from the ledger, his fingers stained with the dry dust of old paper. Silas stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his face a mask of professional disappointment. "You are still here," Silas said. "The notice was clear. You are no longer with the Ministry." Elias did not move. He wanted to clear his name. That was...
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