The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in London fell with the weight of iron, slicking the cobblestones until the city looked like a bruise. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his leather satchel, the weight of it familiar against his hip, and stepped out of the hansom cab. He was forty years old, a master clockmaker whose hands had grown stiff from decades of calibrating hairsprings, but his mind remained sharp, a tool...

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