The Wistful Mirror

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The silver clasp sat heavy against my sternum, a cold weight that seemed to pull at the very bone. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I had served the Iron Guard for twenty years, yet I felt nothing but the rust in my joints and the debt on my son’s head. I came to the High Court to beg for a pardon, to plead for a reduction in the interest that had swallowed my family’s savings. The...

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