The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 11:17:49 -

The trowel bit into the wet lime mortar with a sound like a bone snapping, and I watched the grey paste smear across the white limestone tile, marring the eye of the saint I was trying to restore. It was the winter solstice of 1912, and the hall of Vane House was cold enough to freeze the breath in my lungs, a chill that seemed to originate not from the draughts under the doors but from the...

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