The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One "Notice: All crofters to present tax ledgers by Friday. Late fees apply. No exceptions." Fiona Buchanan held the paper flat against her chest, the ink smudging under her thumb. The room in the prefab shuddered as the ferry horn sounded outside, a low, wet groan that vibrated through the floorboards and up into her bones. She was thirty-two, though the mirror on the table said...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews