The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 16:59:11 -

The rain did not fall; it was dragged down from a bruised, low ceiling of clouds, striking the cobblestones of the courtyard with a rhythmic, heavy thud. It was a sound that had no end. It was the only clock in the Keep of Silence. Elias stood at the iron gate. His hands were bound. The ropes were rough hemp, digging into the wrists, leaving red welts that pulsed in time with his heart. He wore...

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