The Wistful Mirror

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The river breaks the dam. You stand in the mud. Water rises to your knees. Then your waist. Then your chest. It is cold. It is black. It smells of iron. You hold your breath. The world ends. Then it does not. You are standing on a street. Cobblestones under your boots. The air is dry. It smells of woodsmoke and rot. You look down. You wear a tunic. It is thick wool. Brown. It is not your...

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