The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old estate into slick, dark mirrors. Inside the study of the Whitmore house, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and cold ash. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the high-backed leather chair, his hands resting on the armrests, knuckles white. Across from him,...

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