The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 18:17:13 -

The weight of the iron was a specific, crushing fact, three hundred pounds of cold steel distributed across my shoulders and back, anchoring me to the flagstones of the Palace of Vane. I had been standing guard for fourteen hours, counting the cracks in the obsidian floor until the numbers blurred into a single, jagged line. The air in the Hall of Mirrors was stale, thick with the scent of...

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