The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 13:29:09 -

The fog had settled into the stone corridors of the Citadel like a heavy, wet wool blanket, pressing against the iron grates of my cell. I sat on the cold flagstones, my back against the damp wall, listening to the rhythmic drip of condensation from the vaulted ceiling. Each drop fell with the precision of a metronome, counting down the hours until the morning muster. I was not a prisoner in...

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