The Wistful Mirror

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The year was 1240, and the air before the Obsidian Gate tasted of iron and old blood. Sir Aldric of the Iron Guard stood alone on the basalt plateau, his forty years of service etched into the grim lines of his face, his armor dented by a decade of border skirmishes that had bled his family’s lands dry. He did not look at the army arrayed behind him, nor at the heavy siege engines groaning...

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