The Wistful Mirror

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The train did not so much enter the capital as it was swallowed by it, a steel beast groaning into the fog-choked throat of a city that had forgotten the sun, and Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the second-class car, his hands folded over a leather satchel that contained nothing but his identity and a photograph of a woman whose face was beginning to blur in the mist of memory. He was a man...

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