The Wistful Mirror

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The iron gate groaned as we forced it open, the sound a long, mournful shriek that cut through the thick fog of the valley. I held my spear tight, the wood slick with sweat and rain, while behind me, the ranks of the King’s Guard stood in rigid, silent formation. We were the arm of the law, or so the parchment said. But in the mud of this ancient, forgotten court, the law felt less like a...

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