The Wistful Mirror
The frost had not yet taken hold of the ground when Elias Vane stepped off the steam engine at the terminus of the world, a place the locals called the Hollow, which was not a name but a diagnosis, a hollowing out of the spirit that began in the marrow and worked its way outward until the skin became translucent and the eyes, once deep and brown, turned the color of old tea leaves. He carried a...
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