The Wistful Mirror

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The blade bit deep. It did not cut flesh. It cut the air itself. Mara felt the vibration in her teeth. A high, thin scream of metal against something that was not metal. The mist swirled around her ankles. It smelled of ozone and old pennies. She held her stance. Her breath was a white plume. It dissipated instantly. She was not afraid. Fear was a luxury. She had no time for it. The thing...

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