The Wistful Mirror

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The ink did not dry. It swam. Elias stared at the parchment, his quill trembling in a hand that had copied a thousand legal contracts without a single tremor. The script of the Mirror Codex was not static; it writhed, the letters shifting like beetles under a stone, rearranging themselves into a sentence that had not been there a moment before. He had come to the Guild vault in 1347 with a...

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