The Wistful Mirror
The glass broke not with a single, sharp shriek of shattering crystal, but with a low, mournful groan that seemed to rise from the very floorboards of the library, a sound so deep and resonant that Elara felt it vibrate in her teeth and settle heavy in her chest, a physical weight that crushed the air from her lungs before the first shard even struck the carpet. It was a large mirror, the kind...
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