The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic complaint that vibrated through the cobblestones and into the bones of every man who stood before it. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking his hair against his forehead, the water running in rivulets down the heavy wool of his tunic. He held the object in his left hand, a sphere of...

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