The Wistful Mirror

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The road to the capital was a ribbon of mud that wound through the grey hills, and Elias Thorne walked it with his back bent against the wind. He was thirty-two, a scribe of no particular renown, but he carried a burden that weighed more than any manuscript. In his satchel, wrapped in oilcloth, lay the mirror. It was a small thing, no larger than a hand, its glass cracked down the center like a...

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