The Wistful Mirror

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The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and stale lavender. It was not a threat, exactly, but a receipt, a formal acknowledgment of a debt paid in blood and silence. Josephine Larkin, thirty-two years old and her hands still shaking from the cold, read it twice before the words settled into the marrow of her bones. Lord Aldous Vane, the magistrate who had bought the...

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