The Wistful Mirror

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The rain hammered against the slate roof of the station house, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very bones of the men who sat within its walls. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the grey mist curl around the gas lamps outside. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic...

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