The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 11:21:09 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the town of Oakhaven into a watercolor smear of mud and rust, and I stood in the center of the square with my hands locked behind my back, feeling the cold seep through the wool of my coat, watching the crowd gather not to cheer but to witness the slow, inevitable unraveling of a man who had spent his life holding...

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