The Wistful Mirror
The glass in the scriptorium did not reflect the room; it reflected the pen. Thomas Bradshaw watched his own hand move, the quill scratching the vellum, and one second later, a shadow in the glass scratched the same line. It was a delay so precise it felt like a breath held too long. He had been copying the *Liber Vitae* for three months, seeking the freedom that came with completing the work,...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews