The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the mud of the valley into a thick, black paste that sucked at the boots of any man foolish enough to walk it. You stood at the threshold of the manor, the heavy oak door groaning behind you, and watched the retreating figure of the steward disappearing into the grey mist. He was leaving. Not in defeat, for he had not lost a battle, but in...

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