The Wistful Mirror

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The carriage wheels crunched against the frost-hardened gravel of the King’s private garden, a sound like dry bones breaking in the silence. Elias Thorne sat in the back, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the indelible soot of his trade. He was a man who repaired things. Gears, springs, the delicate mechanisms of clocks that had forgotten how to keep time. But today, he was...

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