The Wistful Mirror

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The road to the parish ran straight through the fire-scarred pine barrens, a single ribbon of gravel cutting the dark. The county was waking up, the independent shops shuttering as the monopoly squeezed the last of the small trades. Jelena Gevorgyan stood in the doorway of her workshop, the coffin maker’s apron stained with pine resin and dust. She held a map of a rerouted road, the paper soft...

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