The Wistful Mirror

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The road was wet. It glistened under the gray sky. Maren walked. Her boots were heavy. Leather creaked. She carried a satchel. It was black. It was soft. Inside lay the Gown. It was silk. It was red. It moved like blood. It breathed. She walked north. The trees were bare. The wind bit. It cut her cheeks. She did not shiver. She could not. The cold was a fact. Like the stone. Like the time. Time...

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