The Silver Tongue's Curse
I stood before the mirror and watched a stranger stare back at me. The woman in the glass wore black mourning clothes that had not yet earned their right to exist. Her hair was pinned severely back, revealing a face that had once been considered pretty and was now something else entirely—something carved from regret and kept in formaldehyde. The locket had been found, of course. Lady...
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