The Wistful Mirror

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The rain in the Blackwood valley did not wash the dirt from the road; it merely turned the mud into a thick, sucking paste that threatened to swallow the hooves of Sir Eamon’s horse. He was forty years old, a man whose knuckles were mapped with the scars of a decade’s service, yet he felt less like a knight and more like a debtor fleeing a creditor. The year was 1347, and the smell of rotting...

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