The Wistful Mirror

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The nib scraped the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to amplify in the damp cold of the basement. Elias Thorne did not look up. His hand moved with a mechanical precision that belied the tremor in his fingers, copying the cramped, archaic script of the Ledger of Souls. The ink he used was not black, but a deep, bruised violet, and as it dried, it did not sit on the surface of the paper....

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