The Wistful Mirror

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The banquets at the Ironworks were not celebrations of joy but of endurance, a ritualized endurance that Arthur Vane had performed for twenty-two years. He stood near the heavy oak table, his hand resting on the brass badge pinned to his lapel, a small, cold mirror that caught the gaslight and threw it back in sharp, fractured shards. He was thirty-four, though the grey in his temples and the...

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