The Pale Letter
The mirror was breaking. It was a slow, jagged fracture that started at the top left corner and spider-webbed down toward the center, splitting the glass into a constellation of sharp, trembling shards. You stood before it in the high, drafty hall of the castle, your hands shaking so badly you could not hold the silver frame steady. The light from the single candle on the table flickered,...
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