The Distant Joke
The mirror in the ante-chamber of King Aldric’s palace did not reflect the room, but the deep, churning water of a lake that had no shore, and I stood before it for three days, watching my own face dissolve into the ripples, until the glass cracked down the middle with a sound like a bone snapping, leaving me holding nothing but a shard of cold silver in my bleeding palm, while the court...
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