The Wistful Mirror

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The blade bites the flesh of the oak. You are here. The wood splinters. It is dark. The candle guttering in the corner casts long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the chapel. You do not look up. Your eyes are fixed on the grain of the wood, the intricate, spiraling lines of the heartwood. This is the only truth you can trust. The rest is noise. The rest is pain. You are a scholar...

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