The Wistful Mirror

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The air tasted of iron and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he raised his blade. Before him, the mirror did not reflect the sky. It reflected a courtroom. Elias stood on a plain of gray sand that stretched endlessly in every direction, a desolate expanse where the horizon was a thin, bruised line against a sky the color of old slate. There were no mountains to...

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