The Wistful Mirror

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The hearth was a mouth of red coals. It ate the night. I stood before it. My hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of the iron in my belt. The house was full. Too full. Smell of roasted pork. Smell of cheap wine. Smell of sweat. I am a man of the Law. I am a shield. I am a sword. I do not break. I do not bend. I have held the line for ten years. Ten years of mud. Ten years of blood. Ten...

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