The Wistful Mountain

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The mirror did not shatter with a bang, but with a long, mournful sigh that seemed to rise from the very floorboards of the manor, a sound like wind rushing through a hollow reed. Margaret stood before it, her hands trembling not from the cold that had seeped into the ancient stones of the house, but from the sudden, violent clarity of the reflection staring back at her. It was not her face...

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