The Wistful Mirror

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The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it seeps up from the cobblestones like a breath held too long, swallowing the jagged spires of the alchemical district until the world is nothing but gray wool and the smell of sulfur. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you are holding a cracked silver mirror in a leather satchel that chafes against your hip with every step, the glass inside...

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