The Wistful Mirror

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The plate is cracked, a web of white fissures spreading across the porcelain like frost on a windowpane, and you sit in the cold stone chamber of the Hollow, the final ledger open before you, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. It is the eve of the winter solstice, and the air tastes of dust and old paper, the kind of stale silence that presses against your eardrums until you feel the...

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