The Wistful Mirror

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The obsidian slab sat in the center of the room, not as a table or a altar, but as a mirror that did not reflect light but rather swallowed it, a heavy, cold weight that seemed to anchor the very air of the chamber to the floor. Elara stood before it, her hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing exhaustion of holding back the tide of existence that pressed against the membrane...

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