The Wistful Mirror

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The mist clung to the highlands like a shroud, thick and cold, swallowing the world beyond the reach of Sir Kaelen’s horse. He rode hard, the beast’s breath steaming in the dark, his hand white-knuckled on the pommel of his sword. He was not a man given to contemplation, but the night had stripped away the usual armor of duty, leaving only a raw, animal hunger to drive him forward. His wife,...

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