The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 00:40:29 -

The dream was not of flying, but of falling through a fabric so heavy and wet it felt like sinking into a river of grey wool. Margaret awoke with the taste of copper and damp earth in her mouth, the first light of a pale, uncertain dawn filtering through the cracked blinds of her boarding house room. She sat up, the sheets clinging to her legs, and for a moment she could not remember why she...

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