The Wistful Mirror

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The train slowed as it approached the Blackwood Mill, the iron wheels shrieking against the rails in a rhythm that felt less like machinery and more like a heartbeat. Elias Thorne stepped off onto the gravel platform, his leather case heavy in his hands, the weight of twenty years of service pressing against his lower back. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with the damp cold of...

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