The Wistful Mirror

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The dream is always the same: my hands are fused into a single, unyielding block of iron. I wake in my room at one hundred and twenty-six of Stonecutter Alley, the damp seeping through the plaster, the cold biting at my fingers. I am Lucia Nicosi, a scribe in the Venetian Arsenal, and I have until autumn to complete the ledger of the new galleys. The deadline is a blade at my throat; if I fail,...

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