The Wistful Mirror

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The fog in the Greylands did not drift; it stood, a solid wall of grey wool that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Elias Thorne sat rigid in the saddle, his hands white-knuckled around the reins, the stolen ledger bound in oilcloth pressed against his chest like a second heart. He was thirty-four years old, a border warden for twelve years, and for the first time in his life, he was a fugitive....

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