The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in Vienna did not fall so much as it descended, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the Habsburg legacy into a smear of mud and memory, and I walked through the wet streets with the weight of my accusation heavy in my chest, a stone I had carried for three years until it had grown so large it consumed the space where my heart used to be. I am a man who deals in...

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