The Wistful Mirror

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The feast was a roar of gold and bone. In the Great Hall of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air hung heavy with the smoke of tallow candles and the sweet, cloying scent of roasted swan. Thomas stood at the edge of the table, his hands trembling in his lap. He was twelve years old, thin as a reed, with eyes that saw too much and spoke too little. Before him, the High Abbot, a man of flesh and iron...

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