The Wistful Mirror

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The search, old man. Kael’s voice was flat, a stone dropped into a well. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood by the window of his apothecary, watching the fog curl around the gallows in the square. The War Council had decreed that all medicinal herbs be burned for fuel. It was a cold, efficient madness. They needed warmth for the barracks, and they had decided that life was a luxury they could...

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