The Wistful Mirror
Reflections in this place arrive three seconds before the truth. Ren Matsumoto stood before the Shattered Glass in the Hall of Whispers, the air heavy with wet stone and old dust, while her image in the pane showed her already dead, a pale figure slumped against the base of the archway, a sign of the Tyrant’s impending strike that she could not yet feel in her own bones. The rain had been...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews