The Wistful Mirror

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"Three pence for the glass, two for the breath, and your soul for the calibration." The Duke’s voice was dry, like old parchment tearing. Conceicao Zuzarte stood in the cellar, the stone trough cold against his shins, the damp seeping into his bones. He had built this place on one client, one contract, and now the contract was a cage. The work bell of the rival yard rang three times, a sound...

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