The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 12:00:20 -

The blade bites. Not deep. Just enough to sting. You look down. Blood blooms on your tunic. Red against the grey wool. You look up. Thomas Bradshaw is there. His face is a mask of fury. His hand grips the hilt of a sword that looks too heavy for him. He is not fighting. He is executing. "Yield," he says. His voice is steady. Too steady. You do not yield. You step in. You strike. He parries. The...

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