The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-17 23:02:15 -

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the ancient stones and turned the cobblestones into a mirror of the sky, a reflection so perfect and so still that one might mistake the street for a pool of mercury, and as you walk through this deluge, your boots making a soft, rhythmic thud against the wet pavement, you feel...

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