The Wistful Mirror

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The obsidian shard sat on the velvet cloth, dark as a pupil, and I watched it with the weary patience of a man who knows he is losing a war he cannot see. "You are certain the Guild did not take it?" I asked, my voice sounding thin in the high vault of my study. The air smelled of old paper and the metallic tang of the autumn rain lashing against the leaded glass. Margot stood before me, her...

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