The Wistful Throne

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The rain in London did not wash the city clean but merely polished the grime into a slick, obsidian mirror that reflected the gaslight in trembling, amber shards, and within the highest tower of the Blackwood Institute, where the air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and decaying lavender, Elara stood before the shattered remains of the Great Mirror, her hands trembling not from fear but from...

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