The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 09:57:01 -

The air in the canteen of the Northern Foundry was thick enough to chew, a dense soup of coal dust, unwashed wool, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the floorboards three years ago when the first coughing sickness started taking the men in the deep shafts. Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour...

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