The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 04:57:29 -

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a grey, soot-choked mist that tasted of iron and stale coal. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in the small, damp bedroom, watching the shawl draped over Clara’s shoulders. It did not reflect his face. It reflected a hollow, a black pit where a soul should be, yet it rippled with a terrible, breathing life. Clara sat on the edge of the bed, her...

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