The Wistful Mirror

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The rain fell in sheets, grey and relentless, blurring the line between the road and the sky. It was a cold that bit through wool and bone, a chill that seemed to emanate from the earth itself. "Are you sure, Thomas?" The voice was thin, trembling against the wind. "The bridge is out. The water is rising." Thomas did not answer. He tightened his grip on the reins. The horse, a sturdy brown mare...

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