The Wistful Mirror

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The rain fell in sheets, a cold and relentless curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky. Edward Ashworth walked with his head bowed, the heavy wool of his cloak clinging to his shoulders, soaked through to the skin. He had left the city of Valerius behind, not by choice, but by necessity. The bells had rung at dawn, a mournful toll that signaled the end of his tenure and the...

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