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The fog in London didn't roll in—it seeped, like ink through paper, slow and inevitable and smelling faintly of coal and decay.Edmund Thorne sat in his townhouse on Mayfair, surrounded by mirrors and perfume and the ghosts of a hundred failed experiments in pleasure. He was twenty again. He remembered everything.The disaster in the Mirror of the Soul. The moment the mirrors had shattered and...

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