The Wistful Mirror

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You will not touch it. The words hung in the cold air of the workshop, sharp as the chisel I had been holding. Master Aldric stood by the door, his shadow stretching long across the flagstones, blocking the pale winter light. He did not look at my hands, only at the great slab of obsidian that dominated the center of the room. The Mirror-Stone. It waited, black and still, a void that had...

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