The Wistful Cipher
The mirror cracked. Not a spiderweb of hairlines. A single, clean fracture. It ran from the top left corner down to the center. A white vein of glass. Elias stared at it. He did not blink. His hands were still. They hovered over the surface. Cold. "Look at that," said Julian. He stood in the doorway. He wore his gray robe. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. "It is broken," Elias said. His...
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