The Wistful Mirror

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The gavel had fallen forty-seven times in the last hour, each strike a heavy, wooden thud that seemed to weigh more than the air in the antechamber, a rhythmic hammering against the silence that Thorne felt in his molars, in the dense, leaden architecture of his own skull, as he stood rigid before the High Magistrate, his uniform pressed and stiff, his hands clasped behind his back in the...

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