The Wistful Mirror

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The silence in the high tower was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your eardrums, thick with the scent of damp stone, dried lavender, and the metallic tang of old blood. You stand before the great window, the glass cold against your fingertips, looking out over the moors where the mist clings to the earth like a shroud that refuses to be lifted. In the center of the...

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