The Wistful Mirror

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The road was white with frost. Caleb walked. His boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. He carried a satchel. Inside was a glass mirror. It was small. It was thin. It was his only possession. He had left the university. He had left the books. He had left the lectures. The world was cold. The village was near. The mist hung low. It smelled of wet wool. It smelled of old stone. It...

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