The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 08:36:57 -

The rain in the city of Ashenfell did not fall so much as it exhaled, a heavy, gray breath that clung to the cobblestones and seeped into the marrow of the bones of those who walked them. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his workshop, watching the street below where the citizens moved with the sluggish, heavy gait of those who knew that time was a debt they could not pay. He was a maker of...

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