The Wistful Mirror

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The paper was thin, brittle as the wing of a moth that had died in the corner of my cell three decades ago, and it bore the seal of the High Council in ink that had faded to the color of dried blood. I read it three times, my fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor, but from the sheer, physical weight of the thirty years I had spent waiting for this single,...

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