The Wistful Mirror
You stand before the obsidian monolith in the center of the atrium, its surface not reflecting your face but the slow, grinding erosion of the stone floor beneath your feet, a mirror that shows you only what is already lost, and this is where the cycle begins again, as it has begun in every iteration of this cursed, gilded cage, because you have come here to be judged by the Committee, to...
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