The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One "Did you hear the drums?" Magnus Moen did not look up from the ledger. The ink was wet, a black pool on the page, and the sound from outside was not drums but the heavy, rhythmic thud of the loom downstairs, a machine that had stopped for an hour and now started again with a violence that shook the dust from the rafters. It was late November in the fjord village, the air heavy with...
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