The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger showed forty-two sacks of grain, but the scale only held thirty-eight. I stood in the drafty counting room of the Abbey, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of afternoon light, and tried to reconcile the numbers with the reality of the empty bins. The air was cold, a damp chill that settled in the joints, the kind that made the old stones weep. Father Anselm sat across...

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