The Wistful Mirror
The bell did not ring so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering note that seemed to tear the fabric of the air within the Grand Hall of the University of St. Jude, a sound that was less auditory than physical, a vibration that settled in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones and reminded him, with a sudden and brutal clarity, that the world outside these stone walls was no longer the orderly,...
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