The Wistful Mirror
The fire roars. It eats the wood. It eats the dark. You are there. You are cold. You are hungry. The hall is full. Men laugh. They drink. The ale is black. It stains the lips. It stains the teeth. You sit at the edge. You are the mason. You are the stone. You are the wall. Look at them. They are fat. They are warm. They are safe. They are not you. You are the craft. You are the labor. Your...
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