The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One "You’ll need the good boots, Hamish, not the ones with the soles worn thin as paper." I stood in the doorway of the stone hall, the wind from the glen tearing at my cloak. It was 1348, and the air tasted of iron and wet wool. My brother Hamish adjusted his strap, his face pale under the soot of the hearth. He was going to the royal army, a promise made to clear the debt that sat on...

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