The Wistful Mirror

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Act I The salt wind off the delta rice paddies carried the stench of rotting grape skins into the county assessor’s office, a smell that clung to the wool coats of the workers and the cheap ink of the ledgers alike, while outside, the strikebreaker’s wagon rattled over the cobblestones with a rhythmic, mechanical thud that vibrated in the floorboards. Marie Sedlacek, twelve years old and small...

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