The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 09:22:12 -

The dream was always the same, a cold, wet thing that clung to the skin of her sleep: Elara stood in the center of the village square, her left hand severed at the wrist, yet warm, yet whole, resting on the cobblestones as if it were a stone itself, unbothered by the fact that the rest of her body had been dead for three years. She woke with the phantom weight still in her palm, the heat...

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