The Wistful Mirror

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The castle did not burn in a single night of fire, but it crumbled under the weight of its own silence. You remember the smell of wet stone and iron, a scent that has since become inextricable from the taste of your own blood. You are the Warden of the North Gate, a title that once carried the weight of kings and now carries only the dust of a dying institution. The era is old, the kind of time...

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