The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 17:56:39 -

The fever broke not with a sweat, but with a silence that swallowed the house whole. It was a cold, industrial November in the town of Oakhaven, where the soot from the textile mills hung in the air like a permanent, grey shroud. I lay in the master bedroom of my father’s estate, a house that had once echoed with the laughter of the gentry but now stood hollow, its foundations cracking under...

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