The Wistful Mirror

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The rain fell on the stone causeway with the patience of an old man watching a clock, a rhythmic tapping that sounded like bones breaking against the earth. Elara walked, her steps heavy with the mud that clung to her boots, the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders with a physical, aching force. She was young, barely more than a girl in the eyes of the court, yet she carried the...

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