The Wistful Mirror

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The feast in the Hall of Echoes was a grotesque parody of celebration, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the stone walls like damp moss. Elias sat at the far end of the table, his hands wrapped around a cup of wine that tasted of ash, his eyes fixed on the cracked obsidian mirror resting on the tablecloth before him. He was thirty years...

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