The Distant Whispers

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The stone did not breathe, but it remembered. I stood in the sealed vault of the ancient library, the air thick with the dust of centuries. In my hands, the Obsidian Mirror was cold, a slab of black glass that rippled like stagnant water. It showed no face. Only a hollow, screaming void. I needed to read the final prophecy. I needed to save Kael. The wasting plague had taken his lungs, then his...

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