The Wistful Mirror

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The locomotive, a belching beast of iron and soot that smelled of burnt coffee and old sweat, rumbled across the drawbridge with a shriek that seemed to tear the very fabric of the twilight, carrying Elias Thorne not merely toward the city of Oakhaven but into the suffocating embrace of a destiny he had long since sworn to outrun. He sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his hands...

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