The Wistful Mirror

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Act I "You are late, Marguerite Noel," the Inquisitor’s voice cut through the humid air of the loft, dry as parchment. "The Master’s legacy is not a toy for your idle hands." I stood by the grinding wheel, the smell of iron filings and stale sweat clinging to my skin, my fingers stained black with soot from the canal mud. The Order of the Silent Glass had forbidden us from looking into the...

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