The Wistful Mirror

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The mist in the borderlands did not move; it waited. Elara stood at the edge of the known world, her fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a rusted staff, the cold dampness of the air seeping into her bones. She was thirty-two, though the hollows of her cheeks made her look older, and she clutched a cracked mirror in her other hand. The glass was dark, reflecting not her face but a path...

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