The Wistful Mirror

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The sword was already broken. It snapped at the hilt. A clean severance. No spark. No shout. Just the sudden, heavy thud of metal hitting the stone floor. Elara stood alone in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The air tasted of copper and ozone. Her hands trembled. She looked down at the stump of steel in her grip. The mirror had lied. It had promised victory. It had promised glory. It had...

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