The Faded Attic
"You’ve lost your mind, Elias. The girl is gone. Let her be." The voice of Alderman Thorne was not loud, but it carried the weight of the stone walls surrounding us in his study. I stood there, my hands stiff at my sides, feeling the cold seep through the soles of my boots. On the desk between us lay the first shard of the Mirror Stone, a jagged piece of obsidian that reflected not my face, but...
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