The Wistful Mirror

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The candle on the desk had burned down to a stub of wax, its flame guttering in the cold draught that seeped beneath the oak doors. Elias counted the stitches on the leather binding of the scroll, his thumb tracing the worn thread, one, two, three, forty, until the number blurred into the dark. He had counted them a hundred times that night, a ritual to keep the trembling in his hands from...

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