The Wistful Mountain

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The mirror was not a mirror. It was a shard of silver glass, jagged and cold, held up to the face of the city. It did not reflect the woman standing before it. It reflected the debt. It reflected the hunger. It reflected the slow, grinding erosion of everything she had thought was true. Elara stood in the alley behind the Temple of St. Jude. The rain had stopped, but the air still smelled of...

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