The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate of the Foundry District swings open with a groan that sounds suspiciously like a man clearing his throat, and you stand in the shadow of the blast furnace, feeling the heat radiate through the soot-caked skin of your forearms, a warmth that feels less like comfort and more like a slow, inevitable burn. You are Margaret, and you have come here not to work, but to listen, for the...

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