The Distant Whispers

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The mirror shattered before the argument did. It happened at the edge of the hearth, where the firelight caught the silver frame in a jagged grin. Elara did not mean to strike it. She had meant to reach for the cold iron poker. Her hand, trembling from the cold that seeped through the wool of her sleeves, slipped. The metal clattered against the glass. The sound was not a crash. It was a sigh....

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