The Wistful Mirror

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The train hissed against the rusted rails, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to shudder through the very bones of the earth as it cut through the dense, gray fog that had settled over the Scottish Highlands like a shroud, and within the cramped confines of the third-class carriage, Elias Thorne sat with his hands folded tightly in his lap, the knuckles white and trembling slightly as he...

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