The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old abbey courtyard into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the grey sky in fractured, trembling shards. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the scriptorium, his boots soaked through, his scholar’s robes heavy with the weight of the storm. He was a man of ink and silence, a keeper of words in a world that had largely...

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