The Wistful Mirror

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The stone beneath your feet is cold, slick with the rain that has not ceased since dawn, and the air tastes of wet iron and the rot of ancient oaks as you press your shoulder against the crumbling lintel of the gate, the wood splintering under the weight of your frantic, desperate hope that this barrier, which has held for a thousand years, will finally yield to the sheer, brute force of your...

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