The Distant Whispers
The glass shattered. Not with a crash, but with a scream. Elara stood in the center of the Grand Hall, her fingers wrapped around the jagged edge of the mirror. The reflection was gone. Or rather, the reflection was broken into a hundred shards, each one holding a different, twisted version of her face. She dropped the piece. It hit the marble floor with a sound like a small bone breaking. Lord...
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