The Wistful Mirror

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The feast hall smells of roasted boar and wet wool. You sit at the high table. The wood is cold under your palms. You are a soldier. Your armor is polished steel. It reflects the firelight. You do not look at the mirrors. You look at the people. They are watching you. Their eyes are hard. They see the mark on your face. They see the scar from the border war. They whisper. You hear them. The...

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