The Wistful Mirror

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray mist that clung to the walls of the village. Elias stood in the center of his kitchen. The floorboards creaked under his weight. He was a man built for endurance, not for stillness. His hands, rough and mapped with old scars, rested on the table. On the table lay a single object. A glass bottle. It was filled with a liquid...

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