The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 11:21:10 -

The glass lay in the dust of the courtyard, a fractured face staring up at the winter sky. I had not come to look for it. I had come to say goodbye. The village of Oakhaven was a place of stone and silence, a remnant of an age before the maps were drawn by men with pens and power. It stood on the edge of the sea, where the fog rolled in like a shroud, swallowing the cliffs and the church spire...

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