The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 01:07:52 -

The dream was of water. It was dark and cold and smelled of iron. Edward woke with the taste of salt on his lips. He lay still. The ceiling was white. The light was gray. He was in a cell. The walls were concrete. The door was steel. A vent hissed above him. He sat up. His hands shook. He looked at his hands. They were bare. There was a bruise on his wrist. He remembered the watch. He had worn...

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