The Wistful Mirror

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"Entry 44. The kerosene is gone. The night is long." Calum Munro wrote the words in the damp ledger, the ink bleeding into the rough paper. He was thirty-two, a border warden, and his hands shook so badly the pen scratched the wood of the table. The fever had plagued him for weeks, a dry heat that settled in his bones and refused to break. Outside, the wind tore through the heather, a low,...

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