Sirelia’s Mirror Children

Deep beneath Hollowspire, where even ash dared not settle, Sirelia whispered to the dark.

Not to gods.

Not to ghosts.

To echo.

Her fingers, wrapped in thornweave bandages crusted with dried blood, danced across the rim of a black pool that pulsed with something older than memory. Not life. Not m...

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