The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate groaned, a sound like a bone snapping under the weight of a heavy boot, and Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard with his fist raised, the knuckles split and weeping a dark, viscous crimson that dripped onto the cobblestones in a rhythm that matched the frantic, arrhythmic pounding of his heart, which was not a heart but a drum, a war drum beaten by the hands of a god who had...

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