The Wistful Mirror

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The salt water tastes of iron and old graves. You spit it into the dark, your jaw aching from the strain of keeping your mouth shut. You are not a hero. You are a creature of the Inquisition, a man who has spent forty years measuring the weight of souls in pounds of lead. But tonight, the weight is yours to bear. The cell door groans, a sound like a dying whale, and the light from the corridor...

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