The Wistful Mirror

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The road was long. The road was grey. I rode. My brother rode. We were two shadows stitched to the earth by the thin wire of our duty. The King sat in his hall. The King waited. We came. The castle stood on the hill. It was old. Stone and bone. The wind screamed in the eaves. It sounded like a ghost. It sounded like a warning. I am Sir Elias. I am the shield. My brother is Arthur. He is the...

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