The Wistful Mirror

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The ink on the letter was still wet when Elias Thorne held it up to the window, the light from the November afternoon cutting through the condensation on the glass. "It’s a condemnation, Uncle." Julian’s voice was smooth, oiled, lacking the roughness of the men who had worked the land for decades. He stood by the door, his coat buttoned to the chin, his eyes fixed on the letter in Elias’s hand....

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