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... rd’s Mansion, the scent of damp earth and ash hung in the air. A lone oil lamp flickered on the wooden desk, its golden light spreading across a worktable cluttered with pottery shards, carved stone, and half-dried blocks of mud.
At the center of it all, Mirean Moon sat hunched over a square of still-damp clay, her posture straight yet tense, her charcoal pen gliding slowly and deliberately across the surface. Each stroke carved out a mirrored character—precise, elegant, and reversed. He ...
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