The Wistful Mirror

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The dream began, as it always did, in the sterile, humming quiet of the sub-basement, a place where the air tasted of ozone and old copper and where the fluorescent lights did not so much illuminate the room as suspend it in a perpetual, surgical twilight. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the mirror, not the polished glass of his vanity in the penthouse, but the heavy, lead-lined observation window...

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