The Distant Threshold
The mirror shatters. Not with a crash, but with a sigh. A long, exhaled grief that fills the stone chamber, settling into the cracks of the flagstones like damp dust. You are left standing in the silence, the shards of glass scattered at your feet like teeth pulled from a jaw. You look down. Your reflection is gone. Only the void remains, a black pool that does not ripple when you move. This is...
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