The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 16:21:30 -

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old quarter with a persistent, rhythmic drumming that sounded less like water and more like the steady beating of a thousand small, indifferent hearts, each drop striking the wet stone to dissolve into the grey sludge of the city’s forgotten past, where the fog rolled in from the riverbanks like a living thing, a pale, breathing entity that swallowed the...

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