The Wistful Mirror

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The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect in a place so old, but of wet stone and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the mortar. Elias Thorne moved through the corridor with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose joints had begun to calcify under the weight of his own history. He was a mason, a keeper of the walls, a man who...

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