The Wistful Mirror

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You stand at the edge of the city. The mist clings to your boots. It is cold. The air tastes of iron and wet stone. You are a Captain. You wear the grey wool uniform of the Wardens. Your hands are still. They have been still for ten years. The crowd is silent. They do not shout. They do not throw stones. They only look. Their eyes are wide. They are afraid of you. You are afraid of them. Or...

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