The Wistful Mirror

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The piece of chalk was white, sharp-edged, and crumbling in Elias Thorne’s hand, a fragile stick of calcium carbonate that felt less like a tool and more like a bone he had recently pulled from a grave. He sat on the concrete floor of Cell 404 in the Aetherium, a penitentiary built into the side of a cliff where the walls were not stone but a thick, living carpet of moss that breathed with a...

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