The Wistful Mirror

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The mirror stood in the corner of the tower room. It was tall. It was black. It was still. Elara stared at it. She did not see her face. She saw the fog. The fog was thick. It moved. It breathed. It was old. It was hungry. She turned away. Her hands shook. She wrapped them in her shawl. The wool was damp. It smelled of rain. It smelled of stone. She walked to the window. The glass was cold. She...

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