The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gates of the Keep at Ashenmoor groaned not with the wind, but with the sheer, oppressive weight of the history that had calcified within their stone throats. Outside, the world was a blur of mud and smoke, a chaotic smear of violence that had bled into the twilight, but inside, the air was still, thick with the scent of old parchment and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Vane stood at...

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