The Wistful Mirror

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and made the stone of the palace walls sweat. I stood in the antechamber, my uniform damp with a chill that had nothing to do with the weather, watching the heavy oak doors seal shut behind me. The sound was final, a thunderclap in a small room, and it marked the end of my...

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