The Faded Chronicle

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You dream of the glass. It is not a mirror. It is a lens. It hangs in the High Court. The air is thick. Dust motes dance in the beam. You are small. The glass is large. You hold it. No. You do not hold it. It holds you. The dream fades. You wake. The room is cold. London is grey. It is 1899. The fog presses against the window. You are Elias Thorne. You are not from here. You are from the old...

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