The Wistful Mirror

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The furnace roared in the subterranean dark, a low, tectonic hum that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his teeth. He stood alone in the sealed studio, the air thick with the scent of molten silica and the metallic tang of old iron, his hands resting on the heavy leather apron that had stiffened with years of ash. Before him, suspended in the gloom, hung the Wistful Mirror,...

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