The Wistful Mirror

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The frost bit hard. Harder than the wind. Silas stood in the hall. Stone. Cold. He held the vial. Green. It hummed. A low thrum. Like a bee trapped in glass. He looked at the door. Oak. Heavy. Iron. Behind it, the King. Silas was the Royal Entomologist. He studied insects. Small things. Hidden things. He did not study men. Men were loud. Men were wrong. He had come for the cure. The King’s...

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