The Wistful Mirror

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The brass pocket watch sat in the waste bin behind the shop, its casing dented and tarnished, ticking with a rhythm that pulled at the hair on my arms. I had been dismissed only an hour prior, Master Halloway’s voice still echoing in the small, airless room where I had spent the last three years learning to file hairs finer than a human breath. He had called me incompetent, his eyes cold and...

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