The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the dampness of the Blackwood Manor had seeped into the very stones, so that the air in the great hall tasted of wet iron and rotting wood, a scent that clung to Sir Kaelen’s throat as he stood before the Mirror of Truth. He was forty years old, his face a map of old scars and newer exhaustion, and the rust on his armor was not merely the corrosion...

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