The Wistful Mirror

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The soup was cold, but Elias Thorne did not care for the temperature; he cared for the way the silverware clinked against the porcelain, a sound so precise it felt like a threat. He sat at the far end of the long mahogany table in the dining room of Dr. Aris’s townhouse, his hands resting on his knees, the skin cracked and bleeding from the coal mines of Blackwood. The banquet was a feast of...

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