The Wistful Dinner
The summons came at the hour when the sun hung low and red over the western battlements, casting long, thin shadows across the parchment. "You are to attend the King," the steward said, his voice flat and devoid of urgency, though his hand trembled slightly as he held out the scroll. "Immediately. The Mirror is active." Elias took the scroll, his fingers cold and stiff from the chronic cough...
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