The Wistful Mirror

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The glass in Elias Thorne’s pocket was warm. It had been warm for three days, a low-grade fever against his hip that matched the heat rising in the back of his throat. He stood in the center of the old district, the surveyor’s tripod locked into the cracked pavement, the theodolite leveled on the skeletal remains of the St. Jude’s quarter. He was forty-two, his hands steady, his eyes dry. He...

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