The Pale Meridian
The fog in Oakhaven does not clear; it thickens, a grey wool that presses against the windows of the city like a living thing. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a constable in the Ninth District, and your hands are shaking. The badge on your chest feels heavier than usual, a cold iron anchor pulling you down into the cobblestones. You want to arrest the Mirror Man, the entity that has...
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