The Wistful Mirror

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The dream came not as a vision but as a weight, a heavy, wet cloak of moss and silence that settled over Elias Thorne’s shoulders before he even opened his eyes in the small, stone-walled cell. He lay on the straw, his wrists still stinging from the rough rope that had bound them through the night, and he listened to the drip of condensation from the vaulted ceiling, a rhythmic ticking that...

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