The Wistful Skyline

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The glass was not merely broken; it was a shattered geography of self, a jagged constellation of mirrors that reflected a hundred fragmented versions of my own face, each one mocking the wholeness I had once believed I possessed. I stood at the edge of the Obsidian Plain, a place where the sky was the color of bruised plums and the air tasted of copper and old rain, and I held in my hands the...

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