The Wistful Mirror

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The frost bit hard. Silas walked. His boots crunched on the ice. It was the Sound of the Void. A place beyond the map. A place beyond time. The sky was a bruised purple. It did not move. It did not blink. It watched. Silas was a Guard. He wore the iron. It was heavy. It was cold. It was his skin now. He carried the Key. It was a jagged thing. It was made of bone. It hummed. He had walked for...

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