The Wistful Mirror

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He woke in the dark. The air tasted of iron and wet stone. The dream had not ended. It only changed shape. Thomas lay in the mud. The castle loomed. It was not a ruin. It was whole. It was new. The mortar was white. The banners flew. They were red. They were his color. He was inside. He was part of the wall. He was the mortar. He was the stone. He remembered the order. Hold the gate. Do not...

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