The Wistful Mirror

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The wind howled through the broken shutters of the St. Jude’s chapel, carrying with it the scent of wet rot and old stone. Elara stood at the altar, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the presence that filled the room. It was not a ghost, nor a demon, but a silence so dense it had texture, pressing against her eardrums like deep water. She was the...

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