The Wistful Mirror

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Keep weaving, Elara. Do not let the shuttle rest. Your mother’s hand, cold and slick with the damp of the sickbed, grips your wrist with a force that belies her wasting frame, her fingers digging into the flesh until you feel the pulse of her own failing heart stuttering against your skin. The air in the cottage is thick with the smell of rotting apples and iron, the scent of the loom’s hunger,...

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