The Wistful Mirror

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The light was wrong for the hour, a bruised yellow that filtered through the storm-lashed window of the outpost, casting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. You stood before the desk, your hands resting on the cold wood, feeling the grain bite into your palms, while Colonel Vance sat behind it, shuffling papers with a slowness that felt deliberate, a physical weight in the room....

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