The Wistful Mirror

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The rain fell in sheets against the high windows of the keep, a relentless drumming that sounded like the sea trying to break the stones. Thomas stood by the hearth, his fingers stained with ink, his eyes fixed on the map spread across the oak table. He was a man who trusted only what he could measure, weigh, and see. To him, the world was a puzzle of edges and corners, and he had solved most...

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