The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The glass did not shatter. It dissolved. Elara stood before the mirror in the High Hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and stale lavender. Her reflection was a lie, a trick of light played by the crystal, but it was a lie she had paid for with her very marrow. The court was waiting. They always were, suspended in a timeless hum, their faces smooth as river stones, their eyes devoid of...

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