The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 13:01:23 -

The fog rolled in from the sea, thick and gray as wool, swallowing the coastal path. Elara walked. Her boots crunched on the wet gravel. She carried a wooden box. It was heavy. Not with weight, but with silence. Inside lay the shard. A piece of the mirror. She had kept it for three days. Three days since the village burned. Three days since Thomas had looked at her with eyes that held no...

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