The Wistful Mirror

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The gate of Oakhaven stood shattered, its timber ribs splintered like old bones against the mud of the road. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the wreckage, his hand pressed to the side of his ribs where the pain had begun to throb a steady, dull rhythm. He was forty years old, a veteran of the border wars, and he carried in his saddlebag the King’s pardon, a heavy parchment sealed with red...

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