The Wistful Mirror

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The glass was cold, a slab of frozen water that resisted the chisel of Elias’s thumb as he pressed it against the fracture. He worked in the lantern room, the air thick with the smell of brine and old oil, the scent of a place that had forgotten how to breathe. The crack ran from the base of the primary lens to the top, a jagged white line that split the world in two. Elias adjusted his grip,...

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