The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-24 16:14:49 -

My hands were deep in the wool of the ceremonial coat, the needle slipping through the heavy fabric as I adjusted the hem, when the door to the shop swung open without a knock. The air inside was heavy with beeswax and old dust, the mirrors on the walls reflecting my own haggard face back at me, multiplied into a dozen ghostly duplicates that seemed to watch my every stitch. I did not look up...

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