The Memory Keeper's Dilemma
The mirror in Blackwood Station had not been mounted by any hand Owen Mercer could account for. It arrived in the manner of so many things at the station -- quietly, inevitably, like the dust that settled into the corridors each cycle and accumulated like a grievance. The glass was Venetian, or so the glazier at Whitby Colony had claimed when his father sent him to London for it, though the...
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