The Wistful Mirror

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Did you ever think the heat could be a debt? Act I I woke with the silver brooch in my fist, the metal hot enough to sear my palm. It was a thing of twisted wire, small enough to fit in a pocket, but it weighed like a stone pulled from a riverbed. The tenement walls were sweating. Outside, the wind tore at the unfinished houses on the hill, those skeletal frames of timber and glass that had...

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