The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 08:38:36 -

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey, ceaseless curtain that erased the horizon and merged the ancient stone of the manor with the muddy earth below, creating a singular, suffocating entity where inside and outside became indistinguishable in their damp, decaying weight. I stood by the window, my back to the cold draft that leaked through the broken panes of the west wing,...

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