The Wistful Mirror

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The obsidian hall is cold. You stand alone. The air tastes of iron and old dust. You are Elias. You are thirty years old. You have served the King for ten years. Your hands shake. Not from fear. From hunger. You are here to break the curse. You are here to save your soul. The Shattered Mirror sits on the pedestal. It is black. It is whole. It is a lie. You look into it. You see your death....

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