The Wistful Mirror

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The quill felt heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, a stick of black wood that had not been sharpened in three years, yet it cut the parchment with a precision that seemed to defy its own dullness. He was forty-five, a court scribe of modest renown, and his fingers were stained so deeply with iron-gall ink that the whorls of his fingerprints had vanished, leaving only the pale, ghostly whiteness of...

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