The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 20:14:55 -

The mud on your boots is the color of dried blood, thick and claggy, sticking to the soles with a stubbornness that feels personal. You are walking away from the village, or perhaps toward it, the distinction has blurred in the grey, endless fog that swallows the horizon. You are thirteen, though you feel older, heavier, as if the years have been compressed into a single, heavy stone in your...

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