The Wistful Mirror

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The loom groaned, a low, wooden complaint that vibrated through the floorboards and up into the soles of Eleanor’s boots. She had been working for three days without sleep, the rhythm of the shuttle a dull hammering against the silence of the workshop. The mist outside was thick, a gray wall that pressed against the small, barred windows, eroding the memory of the sun. Inside, the air smelled...

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