The Wistful Mirror
The letter lay on the rough-hewn table, its ink smudged by the damp air of the quarry hut. You read it twice, the words blurring as your eyes ached from the strain of the chisel work that had preceded this moment. "Elias Thorne," it began, the handwriting sharp and angular, belonging to Mr. Halloway, the overseer. "Your conduct is deemed sabotage. You are hereby confined until further notice."...
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