The Wistful Mirror
The heavy iron door groaned as Elias pushed it open, the sound dragging across the polished stone floor of the throne room. He stood before the large obsidian mirror mounted on the far wall, his hands still raised from the push, trembling slightly from the cold draft that seeped through the high windows. The glass was shattered, a web of cracks radiating from the center where a thick shard had...
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