The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain lashed the stone. It was a cold, gray sheet. Elara stood in the center of the room. Her sword was raised. The blade trembled. Not from fear. From exhaustion. Before her stood the King. Or what remained of him. He wore a cloak of wet black wool. It dripped onto the flagstones. He did not hold a weapon. He held a mirror. A hand mirror. Small. Silver-framed. The glass was intact. Drop it,...

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