The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 03:15:25 -

The air in the shop always tasted of varnish and old dust, a thick, cloying sweetness that settled into the pores of my skin and refused to leave, no matter how often I aired the room or scrubbed the floorboards until they gleamed like polished bone. I was alone, as I had been for the last three weeks, sitting at my workbench with a half-finished chair leg under my chisel, the wood shaving...

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