The Wistful Mirror

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The rain fell on the castle with the persistence of a debt. It drummed against the leaded glass of the keep, a rhythmic tapping that sounded less like weather and more like a countdown. I stood by the window, watching the mist swallow the lower courtyard. My hand rested on the hilt of my sword, not out of habit, but out of a terrible, hollow need for something solid in a world that had begun to...

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