The Wistful Mirror

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The bronze mirror sat in Elias’s hands, its surface pitted by rust and time, a relic of a life that had ended five years ago. He held it like a shield, though he knew it could stop no arrow, only reflect the men who would send one. The road to the capital was grey and wet, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, relentless sound. He had walked for three days without rest, driven by the...

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