The Golden Greenhouse

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The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood, your uniform immaculate, your hands steady, your soul already shattered into a thousand jagged shards that you refused to let fall. You were the Keeper of the Mirror, a title that sounded like a joke in a language you no longer spoke, a position you had climbed to...

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