The Wistful Mirror

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The banquet hall of the Ironclad foundry glowed with the heat of a thousand furnaces, a golden hellscape where the air tasted of copper and sweat. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the noise, his arms raised not in triumph but in the rigid, hollow posture of a man holding up the sky. He was the foreman, the strongest man in the district, a creature of muscle and scar tissue who had carved his...

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