The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One Every man in Kraków knew the weight of a debt, yet few understood the shape of a shard. Ryszard Jablonski stood at the edge of the pine barrens, the wind tearing through his coat like a hungry dog. He was thirty-four, an archivist by trade and a thatcher by necessity, owing the price of a ladder to a man who did not trust him. In his pocket, the glass cut through the wool, a cold...

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