The Wistful Mirror

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The road was not a line but a wound in the earth, ragged and red, stretching out into the grey throat of the heath. Elias Thorne drove his cart with a hand that trembled less than the reins, for the wood of the handle had been sanded smooth by decades of sweat and prayer, a familiar companion that seemed to extend his own nervous system into the iron wheels. He was a man who had spent his life...

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