The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 05:23:09 -

The air in the town of Oakhaven hung heavy and sweet, thick with the scent of coal smoke and the dying chrysanthemums that lined the high street, a smell that seemed to seep into the very fibers of my wool coat and settle deep in my lungs where it refused to leave, settling there like a silt in a stagnant river, and I stood there in the square, watching the lights of the Great Assembly flicker...

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