The Wistful Mirror

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The crystal glasses clinked with a sound like breaking bones, a sharp, brittle noise that cut through the low hum of the banquet hall where the silver service gleamed under the chandeliers. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and stiff-jointed from two decades of standing watch on the frozen ridge, stood at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished surface as if seeking a...

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