The Wistful Mirror

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Elias woke with the taste of iron and frost on his tongue. The dream had been simple, a recurring architecture of glass and wind. He had been standing in a garden that did not exist, holding a mirror made of thin ice. The garden was silent. The ice was clear. And then, without sound, it had shattered into a thousand shards that dissolved into the air before they hit the ground. He sat up in the...

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