The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-21 14:20:40 -

The road was bad. Mud sucked at the wheels of the cart. Elias held the reins. His knuckles were white. He did not look back. He was going to the House of Vane. The mist was thick. It smelled of wet iron and rot. Elias was a scholar of old tongues. He knew the words. He did not know the price. In the back of the cart sat a crate. It was bound in iron bands. Inside was his daughter, Clara. She...

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