The Wistful Mirror

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The fog did not drift; it crawled, a grey tongue licking at the hem of Thomas’s cloak. He stood before the shattered remains of the Blackwood gate, his hand white-knuckled around the hilt of his sword. Thirty years old, a squire of no particular renown, yet he carried the weight of a kingdom’s shame on his narrow shoulders. His father, Sir Aldric, lay dying in the castle keep, his breath...

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