The Wistful Mirror
Act I The tram line snarled through the rebuilt streets of Warsaw, its brakes shrieking against the wet cobblestones while the market tarp snapped in the wind like a warning flag, and Marianna Pawlak stood at the edge of the Blackwood, holding a cracked mirror that had been her husband’s last gift before the debt collectors came. She needed to reach Oakhaven by nightfall to pay off the scrip...
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