The Distant Whispers
The separation from the village of Oakhaven was not a journey but a severing, a tearing of the flesh from the bone that left Maren standing alone in the vast, echoing silence of the ancient wood. She carried with her not a bag or a cloak, but the shattered remains of the Great Mirror of Aethelgard, a slab of obsidian so dark it seemed to drink the light of the moon, now fractured into three...
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