The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 19:47:09 -

The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a static charge of grey water that tasted of iron and old paper. I held the lens case in my left hand. My right hand was empty. It had been empty for three days. We were moving through the moor. The ground was soft, sucking at our boots with a wet, rhythmic pull. Ahead of me, Elias walked with the rigid posture of a man holding his spine together by...

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