The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 19:32:45 -

The dream is always the same, a viscous and terrible loop where I stand on the edge of a black pool, watching a swan with feathers like wet ash struggle against the surface of quicksilver, its neck bending in a posture of such exquisite, silent agony that I can feel the cold seeping into my own marrow even as I sleep. I wake in the damp cellar of the Duke’s castle, the air thick with the...

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