The Wistful Mirror

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The rain hit the wet stone of the Ministry courtyard with a sound like tearing cloth, a relentless, gray hiss that drowned out the distant hum of the city and the creak of the heavy oak doors behind Elias Thorne, who stood with his back to the wall, his fingers white-knuckled around a rolled map that felt less like paper and more like a living thing, pulsing with a heat that seeped through his...

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