The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the capital into a slick, mirroring pool, and I stood on the wet steps of the Grand Hall, watching the carriage of Lord Vane roll away into the mist. I was alone, save for the weight of the silk handkerchief in my left pocket, a small square of indigo damask that had once belonged to a woman whose...

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