The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger weighed four pounds, bound in leather that had cracked along the spine from the damp. I counted the entries, my finger tracing the indented ink, forty-two years of service logged in a hand that trembled only when the ink ran dry. I am Silas, a border warden in Oakhaven, and I have one goal before the winter solstice: to secure my pension and retire, leaving the mist-choked ridge to...

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