The Wistful Mirror

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The bell tolled. The sound hung in the cold air of the infirmary. It was a deep, bronze note. It shook the dust from the rafters. Elias sat by the stone window. He held a pair of shears in his hand. They were old. The iron was pitted. The handle was worn smooth by generations of hands. They were his. They had always been his. He looked at his sister. Her name was Elara. She lay on the straw...

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