The Wistful Campus

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The mirror in the hall of the Ashworth manor was not a mirror at all, but a slab of polished obsidian that hummed with a low, subsonic vibration, a sound felt in the teeth rather than heard by the ears. Eleanor Ashworth stood before it, her hands trembling as she held the shattered pieces of her sister’s wedding ring, a band of gold that had been snapped in two not by force, but by the sheer...

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