The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 05:09:13 -

The fire started in the rafters, a silent orange bloom that smelled of pine resin and old dust, and I stood in the center of the Great Hall, watching it consume the ceiling above us. It was a strange, detached observation to have at the moment of catastrophe, but the smoke was thick and sweet, and my mind had already begun to retreat into a colder, clearer place. The others were shouting, a...

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