The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The air in the Hall of Mirrors tastes of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats your tongue and makes every breath feel like a small, sharp injury. You are standing before a vast, curving expanse of glass that does not reflect your face, but instead shows the room behind you, a swirling vortex of indigo mist and floating, translucent shards of memory. The floor is made of polished...

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