The Wistful Mirror

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The moonlight cut through the shattered lintel of the ancestral hall, illuminating the dust that hung in the still air like suspended ghosts. Sir Aldric stood in the center of the ruin, his hand clenching a jagged shard of obsidian until the edges bit into his palm. He was forty years old, a knight of the Iron Guard, and for the first time in his life, he felt the weight of his name not as a...

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