The Wistful Mirror

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The heavy iron gate of the Ashworth estate, once a symbol of impenetrable order, now groaned under the weight of its own rust and the indifferent rain that had soaked the valley for three days without cease, while I stood in the mud, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the memory that had finally, irrevocably, caught up with me, for it is a terrible thing...

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