The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One "You are not a master, Karin, you are a variable." The Chief Inspector’s voice did not rise; it simply cut through the humid heat of the imperial workshop, slicing the air where the glassblowers stood. Karin Neumann held the vase in her gloved hands, the glass still glowing with the orange memory of the furnace. It was perfect. The symmetry was exact, the color a deep, unbroken...
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