The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its spine cracked like an old knuckle, and Clara Vane stared at the ink that was already fading from the page before her eyes had finished reading the line. She had written the date, the expense for the coal, the name of the supplier, and by the time her pen had lifted, the graphite was dissolving into the cream-colored paper, a slow evaporation that...

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