The Wistful Mirror

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The fog rolled in from the moor, thick and grey, swallowing the world until only the stone walls of the watchtower remained, standing like a broken tooth against the bruised sky. You stood at the edge of the parapet, your hand resting on the cold, wet masonry, feeling the vibration of the wind that had been howling all night. It was a sound that did not belong to nature, a low, grinding moan...

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