The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 11:41:59 -

The air inside the Foundry of Souls was not merely hot, but thick, a viscous syrup of coal dust and molten iron that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like a fine, grey silt, a constant, suffocating reminder that one was alive only by the grace of the machine’s indifference. Thomas, who was not yet fourteen but carried the heavy, stooped burden of a man who had forgotten...

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