The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The train hissed into Oakhaven, a beast of iron and steam that exhaled a cloud of grey soot into the twilight. You stepped onto the platform with a leather case strapped to your chest, the weight of it pressing against your ribs like a second heartbeat. Elias Vane, thirty years old, a clockmaker by trade and a debtor by necessity, held the only thing left of his father’s legacy: the Mirror...

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