The Wistful Mirror

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The hall of the Guild was thick with the smell of roasted pork and beeswax. Torches sputtered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the oak beams. Aldric Vane stood at the center of the feast, his hands resting on the polished table. They were large hands. They were strong hands. They were the hands that had built the empire of Vane & Sons. But tonight, they felt foreign....

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