The Wistful Mirror

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The dream began with the smell of wet chalk. It was not the scent of a schoolroom, nor the dusty dryness of an old library, but the sharp, mineral bite of stone ground against slate. Elara stood in a corridor that stretched infinitely in both directions, the floor paved with tiles of blue and white stone, cracked and uneven. There were no doors. Only the endless, humming silence of the...

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