The Wistful Mirror

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My hand is slick with ink as I press the quill to the parchment, the tip scratching a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. I am copying the King’s final decree, the one that will clear my father’s debt to the Crown, but my fingers are trembling, not from cold, though the High Court is always cold, but from the weight of the silver mirror I have hidden in my sash. It is a small thing,...

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