The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The morning mist hung low over the fenland, a thick, grey veil that swallowed the horizon and turned the world into a place where distance lost its meaning and the boundary between the living and the dead grew dangerously thin. Elara stood at the edge of the marsh, her boots sinking into the soft, sucking earth, while in her hands she held the mirror, a shard of silver glass no larger than a...

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