The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate of the Citadel did not creak because it was rusted but because it had been left open for three days, a gaping maw swallowing the gray fog that rolled in from the river every morning, and I stood before it with my hands bound in the heavy leather straps that the warden, a man whose face I could no longer quite recall, had wrapped around my wrists with a tightness that turned my...

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