The Wistful Mirror

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You wake in the taste of iron and burnt sugar, a flavor so thick it coats the back of your throat like a physical weight, a heavy, sweet sludge that refuses to slide down. The air here is not air; it is a suspended breath, a thick, golden haze that hangs in the stillness of a room that has no windows, no doors, only the faint, rhythmic pulsing of light that seems to come from the stones...

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