The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 12:58:14 -

The dream did not arrive like a curtain rising, but like water rising through the cracks in the foundation of a house, cold and insistent, filling the lungs before the mind could even register the shape of the room. Thomas Wren stood in a landscape that was not quite solid, a vast expanse of moss and grey stone that stretched out toward a horizon where the sky hung low and heavy, smelling of...

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