The Wistful Mirror

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The bell tolled for vespers. I heard it in the marrow of my bones. The sound was not a sound. It was a weight. It pressed against the glass of the window. It pressed against the door. It pressed against the mind. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. I was a scholar. I was a man of reason. I was a fool. The manor house stood in the valley. It was old. Stone. Grey. It smelled of damp earth and dried lavender....

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