The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 14:09:32 -

The dream was of a forest made of glass. It shattered. Not with a crash. With a sigh. Margaret woke with the taste of copper in her mouth. She was in the tower. The old stone tower. The one they called the Eye. It stood on the cliff. Above the sea. The sea was gray. The sky was gray. Margaret was a clerk. She kept the records. The records of the dead. The records of the lost. The records of the...

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