The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 07:06:25 -

The rain fell in thin, cold sheets, turning the heath into a grey mirror. We had walked for three days. The mud sucked at our boots with a wet, sticky grip that felt like the earth itself was trying to hold us down. I was the only one who knew why we were here. Or rather, I was the only one who had been told. The Captain had given me the orders in his tent, the candlelight flickering against...

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