The Wistful Mirror

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The bell in the town square did not ring to celebrate a victory, but to mourn a body. It tolled three times, a heavy, iron sound that seemed to crack the morning air, and Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood beneath the oak tree, his uniform pressed into sharp, unforgiving lines. He was a man of the old guard, a time when law was not written in statutes but carved in stone, and when the weight of a...

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