The Wistful Mirror

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The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed down upon you, a heavy, gray hand that refuses to lift, soaking into the wool of your cloak until the fabric hangs on your shoulders like a second, wetter skin that you can no longer distinguish from your own flesh. You sit in the corner of the circular chamber, the stone floor cold through the soles of your boots, listening to the drip of...

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