The Wistful Mirror

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The fog rolls in thick as wool. You feel it against your skin. Cold. Wet. It smells of iron and rot. You are walking. You have been walking for days. Or maybe years. Time is a loose thread here. It pulls when you tug it. It snaps when you pull too hard. You carry a jar. It is glass. Thick-walled. Sealed with wax. Inside is a spoonful of honey. It is golden. It is thick. It is the only thing you...

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