The Wistful Mirror

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The train to the High Archive cut through the grey mist of the valley like a blade through cloth, and Eleanor Fairchild pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a blur of industrial smog and ancient stone. She was thirty-two, a scribe of twelve years’ service, and her hands were already trembling as she clutched the leather satchel that contained the...

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