The Wistful Mirror

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The train shudders to a halt in the gray, soot-stained station of Oakhaven, and you step onto the platform with the weary inevitability of a leaf settling into the mud. The air here is thick, not with the crisp bite of the mountains you have left behind, but with the heavy, metallic tang of industry that hangs over the town like a shroud woven from smoke and silence. You are Margaret, and you...

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