The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in Oren did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Guild Quarter into a mirror of black, wet iron that reflected the low, oppressive sky with a fidelity that felt accusatory. Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose knees had begun to complain about the damp, his coat soaked through to the skin, the fabric...

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