The Wistful Mirror

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The thrumming started in Elias’s teeth. It was a low, rhythmic vibration, distinct from the wind rattling the shutters of the infirmary, a sound that seemed to rise from the soles of his boots and climb up through the marrow of his shinbones. He sat at his oak desk, the parchment stained with the dark, viscous residue of the tincture, his quill hovering over the page in a trembling hand....

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