The Wistful Mirror

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The glass was cold, a jagged shard of silver trapped in a frame of black walnut, and Elias Thorne held it against his chest as if it were a bone he had broken in the fall. He stood on the platform in Harrowgate, the steam from the departing train hissing against the frost, while the town looked on with the polite, distant indifference of people who have already decided who you are. He was forty...

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