The Wistful Mirror

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The air in the foundry smelled of wet iron and old sweat, a thick, metallic tang that coated the back of Thomas’s throat and settled in his lungs like ash. He stood by the cooling troughs, the water hissing against the glowing slabs, and watched the steam rise in ghostly columns that vanished into the dim, soot-streaked rafters. It was a place of grinding gears and rhythmic hammers, a...

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