The Wistful Mirror

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The road was wet. It had been wet for days. Thomas pulled his coat tight. The wind cut through the wool. He walked. The city loomed ahead. It was not a city of light. It was a city of stone and shadow. The bells tolled. They did not sound holy. They sounded like warnings. Thomas carried a box. It was heavy. It was iron-banded. It hummed against his back. Inside was the Lens. He had found it in...

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