The Faded Ruin
The mirror broke again. Not with a sound, but with a shudder that ran through the glass, splitting the reflection of Kaelen’s face into a dozen jagged shards. Each piece held a different year, a different version of him, all staring back with the same hollow, dead eyes. He woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the static already crawling up his forearms. It was a fine, dry sensation,...
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