The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 14:23:06 -

The vial weighed four ounces. You knew this because you had weighed it three times that morning, the brass scale trembling in the candlelight of your cramped chamber. Four ounces of blackroot tincture. Four ounces of your life’s work, distilled from the dark soil of the northern forests, boiled down until it smelled of iron and wet earth. You held it up to the light. The liquid was black,...

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