The Wistful Mirror

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The grain sacks stood in a row, silent as gravestones, marking the boundary where the kitchen floor ended and the treaty line began. Carl remembered the sound of the silver shattering, a crack that traveled up his arm and settled in his teeth, long after the Feast of Ashes had dissolved into the grey dawn. He had walked back through the shingle beach, the sand sucking at his boots, carrying...

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