The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 10:56:23 -

You are awake before the dawn. This is not a choice. It is a condition. The room is small, stone-walled, smelling of damp earth and old iron. You lie still. Your body is a map of scars, each one a sentence in a language you no longer speak. You are a soldier. Or you were. Now you are a prisoner. The bars are not iron; they are the expectations of the men who sent you here. They are the laws of...

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