The Wistful Mirror

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The castle was not a home, but a machine for the processing of power, and it was currently grinding down to a halt with a sound like teeth breaking. Caspian stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old blood. He was a man who had carved his identity out of silence and steel, a warrior whose body was a map of every battle he had ever survived. Around...

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