The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 11:52:44 -

The glass broke before I could speak. It was a small, rectangular pane, no larger than a hand, set into the high window of the Queen’s private chamber. I was standing on the stool, my fingers trembling against the cold stone sill, when the shard shot out. It did not fall to the floor. It hovered for a heartbeat, suspended in the dusty air, before shattering into a hundred glittering dust motes...

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