The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-25 09:17:05 -

The last of the coal is gone, Alice." I looked up from the ledger, the ink still wet on the page for the July inventory. The room was dark, the windows blown out by the storm that had come in off the coast like a black wave. Outside, the wind was stripping the bark from the Douglas firs, a sound like tearing cloth. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the heat that had been...

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