The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 18:53:35 -

The air in the Hall of Echoes was thin. It tasted of dust and old stone. Silas stood by the window. The glass was cracked. A spider web held the corner in place. He looked at the crack. It ran like a river across his face. "Is it ready?" he asked. His voice was low. It did not echo. The room swallowed the sound. He was the Warden of the Gate. He had held the key for forty years. The key was...

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