The Wistful Mirror

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a sound like the grinding of old bones, as you crested the hill toward the Citadel, the air thin and biting with the promise of winter that had not yet fully descended but whose shadow already lay long across the fields of barley and stone. You carried the mirror in a velvet case worn soft by years of handling, the leather cracked and...

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