The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the Shire road had turned into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the travelers like a living thing. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy gait, his cloak plastered to his back, the weight of the silver chalice in his satchel pressing against his hip with a cold, metallic certainty. He was a man of few words, his face weathered by wind and...

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