The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-21 22:41:31 -

You hold the sword. It is not a weapon. It is a shard of frozen time, jagged and clear, humming with a low, painful song. You do not know where you are. The air tastes of iron and old rain. You are standing in a forest that should not exist. The trees are pale, their bark white as bone, their leaves silver and brittle. They do not rustle. They do not breathe. You are a soldier. You remember the...

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