The Wistful Mirror

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The letter lay on the anvil, its edges curling in the heat of the forge. It was a simple document, typed on heavy cream stock, bearing the seal of the Mayor’s office. You read it twice, the ink sharp against the paper, demanding the ceremonial blade for the centennial gala by the first of the month. The commission was worth two hundred pounds, a sum that would clear your debts and secure your...

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