The Wistful Crossroads

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Thomas. The name hung in the air of the alchemy chamber, heavy and wet, spoken by Silas with a voice that had lost its natural pitch, flattened by the days of silence that had preceded this moment. I did not turn to look at him. I could not. My eyes were fixed on the crucible, where the black fluid, which I had named the Mirror but which felt less like a reflection and more like a bruise, was...

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