The Wistful Mirror

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The dream always began with the taste of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat before he even opened his eyes in the cold, drafty bedchamber of his shop in the year 1342. He woke gasping, the phantom flavor still lingering, and immediately turned his head toward the small cot in the corner where his daughter, Elara, lay curled under a wool blanket, her...

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