The Wistful Mirror

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The heavy iron gate of the Holloway estate groaned open under the weight of the carriage, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, a low, resonant hum that spoke of centuries of silence being broken by the intrusion of wheels upon gravel, of life forcing its way into the stagnant, moss-eaten air of the courtyard. I stood at the window of the tower, my fingers tracing the cold,...

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