The Wistful Mirror

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The wind in the highlands did not howl; it whispered, a low, persistent susurration that seemed to carry the weight of centuries, a sound that penetrated the heavy wool of the greatcoat worn by Commander Elias Thorne as he trudged through the snow-covered pass. He was a man of considerable stature, his movements deliberate and heavy, like a stone grinding against the bedrock of the valley, and...

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