The Wistful Mirror
The ink bled into the pores of your skin before the world outside the window turned to ash and screaming, a visceral truth that settled into your bones with the heavy, indifferent weight of a stone dropped into a deep well, marking the moment when the old order of things ceased to be a suggestion and became a memory of something that had never truly existed for you in the first place. You stood...
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