The Wistful Mirror
The banquet hall of the New Haven Colony, a sprawling glass structure suspended above the fog-choked valleys of the old world, hummed with a frequency that rattled the teeth of the guests. It was a feast of light and shadow, where the air tasted of ozone and old rain, and the tables were set with porcelain that glowed from within, serving dishes of memory rather than meat. Caelen Vance sat at...
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