The Wistful Mirror

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The iron breath of the furnace was the only thing that mattered, a roaring, living entity that demanded my soul in exchange for its heat. I stood in the center of the foundry, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and molten lead, the glass walls of the crucible glowing with a violent, orange fury that turned my bones to ash. Outside, the world had ceased to exist; there was no sky, no earth,...

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