The Wistful Mirror

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The blade did not sing, as the poets of the old chronicles had promised it would, but rather shrieked, a high-pitched, metallic tear that split the air of the Grand Atrium like a bolt of lightning trapped in a jar, and Margaret Holloway stood at the center of the marble expanse, her body a conduit for a violence that felt less like an attack and more like a calibration, a precise and terrible...

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