The Wistful Mirror

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The furnace breathed. It was a slow, rhythmic exhalation of heat and soot, a mechanical lung that pumped the air of the workshop into a permanent, amber twilight. Elias Thorne stood before the glass, his reflection warped by the curvature of the pane. He was a man of precise angles, his hands stained with flux and silver, his eyes fixed on the microscopic imperfections in the etching. He was a...

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