The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 07:31:52 -

The ironworks sat in the hollow like a bruised rib, its skeleton of rusted girders stretching against the grey November sky. Elara stood alone in the central bay, the silence pressing against her eardrums, heavier than the loom she had operated for ten years. She was thirty, though her hands looked older, cracked and stained with indigo that no amount of lye soap could lift. She needed the...

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