The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 05:21:19 -

The air in the dining room of the old Whitmore estate tasted of beeswax and stale ambition, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to coat the back of your throat. It was a Tuesday, though the date had long since ceased to matter in the way that days matter to men who still believe time moves forward in a straight, honest line. You sat at the head of the mahogany table, a table so large and dark...

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