The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 07:04:26 -

The glass was cold. It hummed. A low, thrumming vibration that I felt in my teeth. I held it up. My face stared back. But it was not my face. It was older. Worn. The eyes were deep pits of shadow. I am a glazier. My hands are stained with sand and resin. I live in the tower of the Lord of the Ashen Vale. I serve him. He is tall. His armor is black. It shines like oil. He does not speak much. He...

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