The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate of the Blackwood Keep groaned open with a sound like a dying beast, a shriek of metal on metal that cut through the humid, stagnant air of the midsummer afternoon, and as I stepped across the threshold, my boots sinking into the mud of the courtyard, I felt the weight of the silence that followed me, a heavy, suffocating blanket that seemed to press against my temples and steal...

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