The Wistful Mirror

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The iron shackle around the left ankle of Arthur Penhaligon had rusted into the flesh long before the winter snows began to settle upon the high peaks of the Caledonian borderlands, a metallic scar that whispered of a life spent in the suffocating embrace of the old stone fortress where the air itself felt heavy with the weight of centuries and the silent, judging gaze of ancestors whose names...

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