The Wistful Mirror

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The bell of the Foundry rang not for the shift’s end but for the beginning of a hunger that had settled deep in your marrow, a cold iron ache that no amount of roasted meat or heavy ale could sate, as you stood amidst the throng of workers in the great hall of the Blackwood Mill, their faces illuminated by the flickering gaslight that seemed to pulse in time with the heavy, rhythmic thud of the...

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