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The Mirror Breaks

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-28 20:10:34

Elara sat buried in the royal archives beneath the citadel, ringed by brittle scrolls that reeked of mold and forgotten centuries. Dust shimmered in the narrow shafts of morning light, drifting like memory. Far above, the city stirred to its rhythm, but here, here, time had folded in on itself.

In her hand, she held a sliver of obsidian.

Not a blade. Not a relic.

A fragment of a mirror.

She didn’t know why she’d brought it with her. Only that since the masked girl vanished, the whispers in her mind had grown sharper. Memories clawed their way upward—half-formed voices, flickers of faces. Some she didn’t recognize.

Others she wished she didn’t.

She had started writing them down.

Her hand trembled as she traced a word inked into ancient parchment: "Nullum", a dialect the royal seers buried with their dead. It meant The Forgotten.

She looked down at the shard again.

Then, slowly, she pressed her palm to the glass.

The obsidian grew warm.

And then___

It wasn’t the mirror that broke.

It wa
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