The Wistful Mirror
Ray Muncy, thirty-two, stands in the imperial scriptorium, his hands trembling as he attempts to copy the Emperor’s edict. The parchment is blank. The ink is black. The deadline is absolute. He wants to finish the scroll before the sun sets to secure his position as Head Scribe. What stood against him is the physical decay of his vision, a secret he has hidden for three years. His junior...
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