The Wistful Mirror

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Act I "Leave the gate open, Halldor. The frost is coming in from the north, and we cannot hold the line if the stock gets spooked." Sigrid Bakken spoke with the flat, hard rhythm of a woman who had spent twenty years speaking over the wind, her breath a small white plume in the grey air of the station. She was thirty-two, though the cold had etched lines around her eyes that made her look...

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