The Wistful Mirror

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The hawk left the branch. It fell. Silent. Wet. Caleb watched. He stood in the mud. The castle loomed. Gray. Cold. He was small. A child. His hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The hawk was dead. Its eyes were open. Black. Empty. It had been his friend. A bird. A beast. A soul. He had fed it. He had called it. It had answered. Now it was meat. For the court. For the judge. For the law. The...

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