The Wistful Mirror

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The water was blacker than the night, and the ice beneath Kaelen’s boots groaned like a dying animal. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice scraping against the inside of his throat, a sound like dry leaves dragged over stone. He stood at the edge of the Shattered Mirror Lake, the wind tearing at his tattered cloak, the cold biting into his skin with a sharp, physical hunger. His veins, visible...

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