The Wistful Mirror

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Your hand is black with soot and the iron dust of the gate’s teeth. You are Silas, thirty-two, warden of the Iron Gate, and you are scrubbing the reflection from the obsidian pane. The fog is creeping in again, a grey sludge that eats the mortar between the stones. It has been three days since the last purge, and the air in the Gatehouse tastes of wet chalk and old blood. You want the gate...

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