The Wistful Mirror

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The road was wet. It had been wet for days. The mud sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He walked with a heavy, rhythmic step. His cape dragged behind him. It was dark green wool. It had seen better centuries. He carried the Oak. It was not a tree. It was a stump. A thick, knotted block of ancient wood. It sat in a hollow box on his back. The straps cut into his shoulders. They bit...

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