The Wistful Mirror

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The salt of the Normandy shore did not dissolve in the rain; it accumulated, gritty and persistent, in the crevices of the stone. Camille Marchand knew this fact better than he knew the face of the man sleeping in the cot beside his. He was the toll keeper’s daughter’s husband, or rather, the man who had taken her place in the ledger when the merchant credit collapsed, binding him to the...

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