The Wistful Mirror

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The mist did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight against the skin of the valley until the world beyond the windowpane ceased to exist. Elara stood before the glass, her breath fogging the surface in a slow, circular wipe, and watched the reflection of her own face dissolve into the white void. "You are looking for what is not there," said her mother, Agnes, from the shadows of the...

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