The Wistful Mirror

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The copper weight in the hand was three pounds, four ounces, and it felt heavier than the ledger Elias had been balancing since dawn. He stood in the attic of his father’s old house, the air thick with the scent of dry rot and old paper, and held the object up to the sliver of grey light cutting through the warped window pane. It was a mirror, or what had once been one, a bronze disc cracked...

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