The Wistful Mirror
The storm broke not with thunder but with a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a void that swallowed the sound of the wind which had howled all night through the skeletal branches of the ancient oaks that lined the perimeter of the estate. I stood at the edge of the clearing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps that misted in the freezing air,...
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