The Wistful Saga
The glass broke first. Not the window. The mirror. It shattered in the center of the room. A starburst of shards. Arthur stood in the middle of it. He was a sergeant. He wore the grey tunic of the Wardens. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of damp wool and iron. He did not flinch. He looked at the hole in the glass. The glass was gone. He picked up a shard. It was sharp. It cut his thumb. A drop...
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