The Wistful Mirror

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The dream begins not with light but with the weight of wool, a heavy, damp gray coat that has been pressed against your chest for so long it has become part of your ribcage, a second skin woven from the breath of a thousand winters you did not live but somehow endured. You are standing in the Hall of Mirrors, though it is not made of glass but of polished obsidian, each panel a black abyss that...

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