The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-21 16:14:26 -

In the dream, the water was not water but a viscous, amber liquid that smelled of old paper and rotting apples, filling the lungs of the valley with a sweet, cloying fog that obscured the horizon and the stars, and Margaret stood upon the edge of a precipice that was not stone but a vast, fractured sheet of black glass, reflecting not her own face but the weary, hollowed eyes of her younger...

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