The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 14:00:05 -

The glass was cold against my palm, colder than the mountain air, and it hummed with a frequency that made my teeth ache. I am Elias, forty-two, an apothecary in the mist-choked town of Oakhaven, and I have come to the peaks to steal time from the dead. My brother, Julian, is wasting away in his bed below, his lungs filling with fluid, his skin turning the color of old parchment. I want the...

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