The Wistful Mirror

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The count of the days was three. Three days since the fever broke, three days since the horse died, and three days since the last healthy man had walked the road to Oakhaven. Sir Elias Thorne sat on the cold stone of the roadside shrine, his hands shaking not from the chill, but from the weight of the object in his left fist. It was a shard of obsidian, no larger than a playing card, bound in...

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