The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 13:50:21 -

The hall smells of iron and wet wool. You stand at the edge of the great table. The candles are thick tapers. They drip wax onto the white cloth. It looks like blood. But it is only wax. You do not care. You are here. You hold the thing in your left hand. It is cold. It is smooth. It is a mirror. But not a glass. It is a shard of obsidian. It comes from the deep places. The mine masters gave it...

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