The Wistful Mirror

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The fog smelled of rust and wet iron. Elias Thorne stood before the barrier, the Iron Guard uniform stiff against his ribs. The warden, a man with hands like cured leather, looked away from Elias’s face to the decree pinned to the wooden post. "Denied," the warden said, his voice flat as a stone dropped in still water. "Unit Four is dissolved. Traitors." Elias had saved this man from a...

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