The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger lay open on the stone table, its spine cracked from years of use, the ink in the last entry still wet and black as a bruise. Sir Kaelen counted the lines with a finger that trembled not from fear, but from the cold that seeped up through the flagstones of the keep’s lowest chamber. Three hundred and twelve marks. That was the debt. That was the price of his brother’s life. He looked...

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