The Wistful Mirror

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The morning light in the Inquisitor’s tower was not the warm, honeyed gold of a summer dawn, but a pale, surgical white that stripped the shadows from the corners of the room and left only the stark, unyielding facts of stone and iron. Elias stood before the small, iron-barred window, his fingers tracing the cold metal, while behind him, the heavy breathing of his seven-year-old son, Thomas,...

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