The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 21:04:53 -

We were bleeding into the mud, my sword arm hanging useless while the red-clad figure swung again, and I thought, with a calm that felt like ice forming in the marrow of my bones, that this was the end of it, that the silence which follows the last breath is a door that only opens one way, and I did not strike back because I was too tired to hate him, too tired to be anything other than the...

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