The Wistful Mirror

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The house burned. It did not burn with the slow, hungry patience of a hearth fire. It erupted. A tongue of white heat licked the eaves. The timber screamed. A sound like a snapping bone echoed from the attic. Elias stood in the yard. He held his satchel. The leather was cold. Inside was the codex. The book of the old gods. The ink was dry. The pages were thin as onion skin. He watched the roof...

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