The Wistful Mirror

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The hall was a cathedral of light. It stretched, impossible and vast, beyond the reach of any earthly architecture. Columns of pale marble rose into a sky that was not a sky but a ceiling of suspended, breathing fog. The air tasted of ozone and old copper. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the center of the floor. He was not alone. He was the only one there, yet the space hummed with the presence...

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