The Wistful Mirror

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The ink is wet. It smells of iron and old paper. You press the nib to the skin of the page, a thin line of black blooming in the gray light of the workshop. Outside, the rain hammers the tin roof, a relentless, industrial drumbeat that shakes the dust from the rafters. Inside, the air is still, thick with the scent of turpentine and the faint, sweet rot of decaying wood. You are seven. Your...

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