The Wistful Mirror

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The fog in the industrial districts of Ashworth did not rise; it accumulated, a heavy, grey sludge that tasted of coal smoke and wet rust. You were thirty years old, Elias Vane, and you were dying by inches, your vitality siphoned away by the very gift that kept you alive. Your lungs burned with a persistent ache, a reminder that every vision cost you a piece of your future. You stood on the...

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