The Wistful Mirror

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The brass casing of the compass was warm against your palm, a heat that had nothing to do with the boiler room’s oppressive damp. You were twelve years old, Elias Vane, and your fingers were black with grease up to the second knuckle, yet the needle inside the glass face spun with a slow, deliberate purpose that defied the iron laws of navigation. It did not point north. It pointed to the lie....

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