The Wistful Mirror

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You are Elias. You wake with the taste of iron and old wool in your mouth. The fever broke an hour ago, but the dream did not. In it, Clara was not dead. She was standing by the hearth, her hands red from the fire, telling you that the ring was never yours to keep. You sit up. The light in the cell is gray, the color of dishwater. It is morning, or what passes for morning in the deep of winter....

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