The Distant Legend

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The crate hit the cobblestones with a sound like a bone breaking. It was a small box. Oak. Bound in iron that had rusted to the color of dried blood. Inside sat the mirror. Not a glass mirror. A *true* mirror. The kind that showed the soul’s weight, not just its shape. It was the only thing Margaret Holloway had left from her father, and she had carried it across the city in her arms, cradling...

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