The Wistful Mirror

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"Whitmore." The name was not shouted, but it cut through the steam of the boiler room with the precision of a blade. I straightened my back, wiping the soot from my hands onto my trousers, knowing that Mr. Halloway’s shadow fell across the linoleum before he even entered the doorway. He stood there, his coat buttoned to the chin, his face a map of fine lines that seemed to deepen every time the...

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