The Distant Whispers

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The air in the shop was thick with the scent of beeswax and old dust. It was a heavy smell. It sat on the tongue. I had been working here for thirty years. Thirty years of leather and thread. Thirty years of silence. The town of Oakhaven slept beyond the glass. It was late. The streetlamps buzzed. They hummed a low, electric note. I held the mirror in my hands. It was not a normal mirror. It...

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