The Wistful Mirror

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The fog did not merely settle upon the city of Aethelgard; it breathed, a cold, wet exhalation that rose from the cobblestones and wrapped around the ankles of the passersby with the intimacy of a lover’s hand, a tangible presence that eroded the sharp edges of the world until everything was soft, gray, and indistinct, much like the memory of the life Elias had left behind in the southern...

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