The Wistful Mirror

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The morning mist clung to the corrugated tin roof of the processing plant like a shroud that had been washed too many times, fading into a pale, indifferent gray that seemed to swallow the light before it could truly reach the floor. Silas Vane stood in the center of the assembly line, his hands wrapped around a half-finished frame, the metal cold and jagged against his palms, feeling the...

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