The Distant Legend
The mirror did not break. It cracked. A fine, white spiderweb bloomed across the silvered glass, starting from the center where Elias had struck it with the hilt of his dagger. The sound was not a crash, but a sigh. A long, metallic exhalation that seemed to pull the air out of the room. He stood in the center of the high-ceilinged chamber in the city of Oakhaven, the morning light filtering...
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