The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate shuddered. Dust cascaded from the lintel, a fine gray snow settling on the shoulders of the men who stood before it. They were the Warden’s men. They wore the grey wool that smelled of wet stone and old sweat. Their faces were blank. Their eyes were flat. There was no malice in them. Only duty. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard. The air was thick. It tasted of ash. He held his...

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