The Wistful Mirror

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The mist clung to the valley floor like wet wool. It did not lift. It never lifted in the Hollows, they said. It only thickened. It breathed. Elara woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. She lay in the furs, stiff as a board. The dream had not ended. It never truly ended. In the vision, she had seen the River of Glass. She had seen her husband, Thomas, standing at its edge. He had turned....

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