The Wistful Mirror

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You wake in the cellar of the mill, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of old iron, and you do not know why you are there, only that the stone beneath your back is cold and damp and that the shadows in the corner are shifting in a way that suggests movement, a slow, deliberate sliding of darkness against the wall that feels less like the play of light and more like...

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