The Wistful Mirror

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You wake in the dream with the taste of iron on your tongue. It is a cold, metallic taste, sharp and immediate, like biting into a coin. You are standing in a room that does not exist in waking life, a chamber of stone so old the mortar has turned to dust. The air is still, thick with the scent of damp wool and decay. In the center of the floor lies a mirror. It is not a frame of silver or...

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