The Wistful Mirror

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The bread rose in the clay pot, a slow and terrible swelling that filled the cramped, stone-walled kitchen with the scent of yeast and impending ruin, while Thomas Bradshaw sat on the bench opposite the hearth, his hands resting on his knees like two tired dogs, watching the dough expand against the dark interior of the vessel, a mirror for the swelling of his own unspoken grief that he had...

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