The Wistful Mirror

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The sky tore open at dawn. Not with light, but with a shudder that rattled the teeth of the valley. Elias stood on the ridge, his hands gripping the leather straps of his pack until the knuckles whitened. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone. Below, the village of Oakhaven was already a smear of gray smoke against the green slope. He did not look down. He had seen enough destruction to know...

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