The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 07:35:26 -

The stone was cold, a slab of ancient limestone that bit into my fevered palms as I pressed my ear against the tower wall. "Do you hear it, Elias?" Thomas asked, his voice thin and brittle in the wind. "The wind sounds like a man trying to speak." I pulled back, wiping dust from my brow with a hand that trembled, not from the cold, but from the sickness that had eaten at my lungs for ten years....

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