The Wistful Mirror

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The rain on the roof of the workshop sounds like a thousand small bones breaking. You are standing at the workbench, the smell of linseed oil and damp wool thick in the air, and you are waiting for the door to open. It does not. The village is silent. The war has taken the men, and it is taking the silence that follows them. You are a mirror maker. It is a craft that requires stillness, a...

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