The Wistful Mirror

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Act I Fatemeh Zare scrubbed the salt crust from the copper pot, her hands moving with the rhythmic, grinding force of a mill that had forgotten how to stop, while the tide pulled the drowned village of the coast back into the mist. She was thirty-four, a sage of the Guild, though in this canal town her trade was the cook’s knife and the ledger of debts, a duality that kept her alive and kept...

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