The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in Ashford did not fall so much as it settled, a gray, persistent damp that soaked into the stone walls of the university and the bones of those who dwelled within them. It was the season when the oaks shed their last, rust-colored leaves, and the air smelled of wet earth and decay. Julian Vane sat in his study, a room that smelled of old paper and cold ash, staring at the mirror above...

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