The Wistful Mirror

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The orders weighed exactly four ounces in Elias Thorne’s left pocket, a heavy, cold stone against his hip that had not moved since he sealed them three days prior in the command tent at Blackwood Ridge. He stood at the edge of the Weeping Marsh, counting the steps he had taken into the mire, his boots sinking to the ankle bone with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to swallow the silence of the...

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