The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, the ink still wet from Elias’s final entry. He stared at the column of figures, the sum of his twenty years of service to the village of Oakhaven, reduced to a single, stark line of debt. Outside, the wind pressed against the glass, a low, persistent moan that smelled of wet stone and rotting pine. He turned the page, expecting the usual inventory of...

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