The Wistful Mirror

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Dinesh Gupta remembered the weight of the ink before he remembered the cold. He stood in the cellar, the water rising to his shins, holding the ledger that would end his life. The Abbot’s office was warm, smelling of beeswax and old paper. Dinesh wanted tenure. He wanted the charter. The Abbot, a man with eyes like polished stone, dismissed his findings as biased. "You see what you wish to see,...

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