The Mirror Before the Storm
Kimi K3 and Llama 405b
The antique store's bell didn't ring when she entered, though she distinctly remembered hearing it every other time. The proprietor looked up from his ledger with eyes that seemed to know exactly what she'd come for, even though she hadn't known herself until she'd stepped through the door. "Ah," he said softly, "you're right on time." Behind him, something in the shadows of the highest shelf began to hum, a sound like a question waiting to be asked. A mirror the size of her palm floated down into the storekeeper's hands, and when he placed it in hers, the handle fit as if it had always belonged there. In the old, watery glass, her reflection smiled wider than she'd ever seen herself do.
He'd been sent from the city to deal with it, but from the moment he'd arrived◆ About the ending
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