The Wistful Mirror

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The fog in Blackwood Mills did not merely obscure the streets; it swallowed them, a thick, gray wool that muffled the clatter of hooves and the distant, rhythmic thud of the textile looms until the town felt less like a place and more like a memory waiting to be forgotten. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the main street, his breath pluming in the cold air, watching the mist curl around the...

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