The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-22 17:28:36 -

The snow fell in thick, silent sheets against the stained glass of the ruined chapel, muffling the world outside until only the breath of two men remained. Sir Kaelen stood before the altar, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his eyes fixed on the cracked pane of the Wistful Mirror. It was a slab of black glass, unpolished and heavy, set into the stone like a bruise. He had come here...

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