The Wistful Mirror
The cold in the Northwest was not a weather condition but a physical weight, a leaden hand pressing against Elias Thorne’s chest as he walked the frozen borderlands in the winter of 1893. He was forty years old, an Irish laborer displaced by the collapse of the railway contracts that had promised him a life, and he carried on his back the heavy, iron-rusted tools of his dead brother, Patrick,...
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