The Wistful Mirror

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The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the iron gates of the fortress and turned the cobblestones into a mirror of the sky, a sky that had forgotten how to brighten, and Elias Thorne stood at the center of the training yard, his boots sinking into the mud, feeling the cold seep through the soles and up into his shins, a sensation that was both painful and...

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