The Wistful Mirror

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The rain had been falling for three days, turning the mud on the bank into a sucking, black tar that pulled at my boots with every step I took. I was thirty-two years old, a warden of the border, and I carried a sword that felt heavier than iron should, weighed down by the rust of a decade and the weight of a name I had not spoken aloud since the fire. My village, Oakhaven, was gone, reduced to...

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