The Wistful Throne

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The glass cracked. Not shattered. Cracked. A single, jagged line ran from the top edge of the mirror, splitting the reflection of the room into two bleeding halves. Elara stared at it. Her breath hitched in her throat, a dry, rattling sound. The shop was silent. The dust motes danced in the afternoon light, indifferent to the fracture in the air. She reached out. Her fingers trembled. She...

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