The Wistful Mirror

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The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a sound like the grinding of ancient teeth, as Elara Vane watched the silhouette of the Iron Citadel rise from the mist that clung to the valley floor like a burial shroud. She was not traveling to conquer, nor to beg, but to be broken, a fate she had chosen with the precise, cold arithmetic of a woman who had long since calculated the price of...

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