The Wistful Mirror
The morning light entered the study not as a benediction, but as a forensic examination, slicing through the dust motes with the clinical precision of a scalpel. Elara Vance sat at the center of the room, her posture rigid, her hands resting on the mahogany desk with the stillness of a statue. Before her lay the Mirror of Aethelgard, an artifact not of glass and silver, but of polished obsidian...
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