The Wistful Mirror

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The dream came to me not as a whisper, but as a weight, a physical crushing of the chest that forced the air from my lungs in a ragged, terrified gasp. I lay in the narrow bed of my rented room in the city of Ashenwall, the stone walls humming with a low, subterranean vibration that I had come to mistake for my own heartbeat, and I knew with a clarity that felt like a blade between the ribs...

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