The Wistful Mirror

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The fog that rolled in from the harbor did not merely obscure the view; it devoured the world, swallowing the masts of the fishing boats and the gulls that wheeled above the water until only the grey, wet breath of the tide remained against the stone walls of the keep. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, old iron, and the faint, sweet rot of the sea. Sir Edmund Ashworth stood...

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