The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the muddy road outside the gate into a churning river of brown sludge, and it was in this damp, gray silence that Sir Elias Thorne stood before the High Commander, his armor dented and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The great hall of the citadel was not warm, despite the roaring hearth, for the stone walls...

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