The Wistful Mirror

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In the dream, the castle did not stand so much as it suffered, its limestone ribs exposed to a wind that had no source, blowing in from a void that was not quite darkness but a terrible, absolute absence of light. Edward Ashworth stood in the courtyard, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums. He was a man who had spent thirty...

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