The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 14:10:50 -

The rain fell like a curse. It slicked the cobblestones of the old town square, turning them into black mirrors that reflected the torches of the city watch. Maren stood in the center of the wet stone. Her hands were bound with rope soaked through by the storm. The crowd did not cheer. They watched. Their faces were masks of rain and judgment. She was not a witch. She was a keeper. The city had...

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