The Wistful Mirror

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The hammer came down with a sound like a bone snapping in the dark, and the glass of the great hall did not shatter but dissolved into a fine, glittering mist that hung suspended in the air like snowfall that refused to land. Elias Vane stood in the center of the room, his arms raised, his knuckles white and bleeding, his face twisted in a mask of absolute, terrifying rage, while the woman he...

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