The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the iron spires and the cobblestones slick with the runoff of industry. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair of his study, the wood groaning under the weight of his stillness, surrounded by the dust motes that danced in the shafts of weak light filtering through the stained...

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