The Wistful Mirror

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The theodolite weighed four pounds in my hands, but it felt like a sack of wet sand. I checked the level bubble. It shivered, then settled. I checked it again. The needle of the compass spun, not with the steady drag of magnetic ore, but with a frantic, sickening wobble, as if the needle itself were trying to escape the casing. I looked down at the black soil. It was dry. Too dry. "You’re...

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