The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 10:36:37 -

You are the Keeper. The title hangs heavy on your tongue. It is a word that tastes of rust and old blood. You stand before the King. He sits on the throne of white marble, his face a mask of bored stone. The hall is cold. The air smells of incense and fear. "Speak," he says. Your voice is quiet. It is the voice of the one who has seen too much. "The mirror is broken," you say. The King’s eyes...

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