The Wistful Witness

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The rain fell in sheets of iron. It drummed against the slate roof of the keep, a relentless, hollow percussion that seemed to hollow out the stone itself. Sir Aldric stood by the window. He did not look out. He looked at the glass. His reflection stared back, a ghost trapped in a frame of cold light. He was a man carved from granite and regret. His armor was rusted, the chainmail slick with...

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