The Wistful Mirror

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The year was 1348, and the air above the siege lines of Castelnuovo tasted of ash and iron. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the trench, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, rhythmic pull, clutching a single shard of polished glass in his left hand. The shard was jagged, no larger than his thumb, and it reflected the gray, bruised sky in a distorted, trembling way. It was the only...

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