The Wistful Mirror

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I dreamt of the palace again, or perhaps I was waking into it, for the distinction had long since dissolved into a grey, damp mist that clung to the stone corridors and the breath of the guards, a cold, spectral weight that settled in the lungs and refused to be exhaled. The Great Hall, that cavernous throat of the kingdom, stretched out before me, its vaulted ceiling lost in shadows that...

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