The Wistful Mirror

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The hand was the first thing she noticed, and the last thing she would forget. It hung suspended in the air of the great hall, a pale, elongated artifact against the gloom of the stone pillars, fingers splayed in a gesture that was not quite a plea and not quite a command. Elara stood before it, her own hands trembling at her sides, the cold sweat of a woman who has run out of time slicking her...

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