The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 00:05:55 -

The road does not end. It only forgets where it began. You stand at the edge of the moor, the wind tearing at your coat, holding the mirror in your hands. It is heavy. Heavier than glass should be. Heavier than the silence that follows your departure. You are leaving. You must leave. The village below is a knot of gray stones and gray eyes, and they are watching. They always watch. They see a...

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