The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-25 19:55:08 -

"You left the gate open again," the voice said from the shadows of the shophouse. It was not Yusef. It was the gravedigger, a man whose face was mapped with the same rain-eroded lines as the folded hills outside. Hamid bin Ismail did not turn. He stood in the square, the cracked bronze mirror clutched against his chest, the metal biting into his ribs. The rain was not falling; it was being...

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