The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 06:25:25 -

The frost bit at the iron bars of the greenhouse, a sharp, crystalline bite that you felt even through the thick wool of your coat. You stood there, breath pluming in the cold, watching the glass panes reflect your own face back at you, distorted and fragmented by the condensation. "You look like a ghost, love," said Elara. She was leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette hanging loosely from...

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