The Wistful Mirror

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The ink was not dry. Elias Thorne wiped his fingers on a rag that had long since lost its color to the soot and the iron-gall. He sat in the stone study, the walls weeping with the damp of the approaching winter. The *Codex Aeterna* lay open before him, its vellum pages stiff with age. He needed to finish the final chapter before the solstice. Lord Malcom had made that clear. The tyrant wanted...

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