The Wistful Mirror

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The fever broke in the small hours, leaving Eadric drenched in cold sweat and shivering violently within the confines of his tent. The dream had been of Elswyth, not as she had looked in life, but as she had been in death, her face pale and unchanging, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the canvas walls. He sat up, the motion sending a spike of pain through his ribs, and reached for the silver...

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