The Wistful Mirror

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The debt was forty-two dollars and thirty cents. I counted the coins in my palm, the edges rough against the skin, watching the light from the window strike the table and pool in the dust. Clara’s medicine cost that much. The winter freeze was three weeks away, and the magistrate’s office in the county seat was five miles north. I took the bronze mirror from the shelf. It was cracked down the...

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