The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-24 16:26:23 -

Act I I raised the obsidian slab above my head, the stone cold and heavy as a river stone pulled from the silt, my knuckles white against the dark surface, while the rain hammered the tiled roof of the courtyard with a sound like gravel thrown from a great height. My brother’s face, or what the mirror claimed was his face, stared up at me from the glass, his eyes hollowed out by a sickness that...

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