The Wistful Mirror

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The iron was cold, and Thomas Bradshaw’s hands would not stop shaking. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and the frost had crept into the marrow of the village of Oakhaven, a settlement of thatched roofs and stone walls where the air tasted of woodsmoke and impending death. Thomas stood in the center of his forge, the anvil before him a black slab of indifference, while in the room above, his...

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