The Wistful Mirror

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the old manor, turning the world outside into a blur of wet stone and dying grass. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall, my boots sinking into the dust that had accumulated over decades of silence, feeling the weight of the air press down on my shoulders. It was a heavy thing, this silence. It had a...

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