The silence in Elias Thorne’s apartment was the first thing that felt wrong. Elias was a man of precise habits. He was a junior archivist at the city library, a job that required him to be invisible, meticulous, and predictable. He liked his life like he liked his bookshelves: alphabetized and dust-free.
He’s me, Elias whispered to the steam rising from his cup. He’s doing my life better than I did. Identity Thief
A local news segment featured a "Human Interest" story about a generous donation made to the city library’s restoration fund. The donor was a "local philanthropist and rising star in the archival world." The screen showed the man from the lobby’s monitor. He was standing in Elias’s office, wearing Elias’s favorite tweed jacket, shaking hands with the Head Librarian. The silence in Elias Thorne’s apartment was the
