The Wistful Mirror

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I have stood in the silence of the Grand Hall for three days, and the air still tastes of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of old paper, a flavor that has settled into the creases of my skin. I remember the weight of the silver locket in my palm, the way the fracture ran through the glass like a dry riverbed, splitting the reflection of my own face into two jagged halves that did not quite...

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