The Wistful Cipher

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The mirror in the alcove of the Great Hall did not reflect my face, but rather a distortion, a smudge of silver and bone that seemed to breathe independently of the air we shared, and I stood there, motionless, for what felt like an eternity, watching the hands of the woman in the glass rise slowly to cover her own mouth, a gesture I had not yet made, yet which felt so intimately familiar that...

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