The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 08:09:03 -

The dream began with the smell of wet stone and old blood, a scent that seemed to seep up through the soles of Elias’s boots as he stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard, a place that had not existed for three hundred years yet felt more real than the cobblestones of the modern city outside. Elias was seven years old, or perhaps seventy, for in the dream time was a...

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