The Wistful Mirror

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The parchment lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rot. It was a decree from the High Lord, signed in a hand that moved with the lazy confidence of a man who had never had to break a bone to eat. It ordered the immediate surrender of the last sack of sacred grain from the Oren Valley, to be burned for the fuel of the new army. Kael read it twice, the paper trembling in his...

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