The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 15:31:54 -

The wind did not howl so much as it gnashed, a teeth-grinding sound that seemed to come from the very bedrock of the mountain, stripping the last of the warmth from the air until the cold was a physical weight, a hand pressing against the chest, squeezing, demanding breath that cost more than it gave. Thomas stood on the precipice, his boots slipping on the shale, looking down into the abyss...

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