The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-24 16:22:25 -

The Gilded Hall smells of dust and old blood. You stand before the High Chancellor, Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a veteran of the border wars that bled the kingdom dry. Your hands are empty. Your sword is gone, stripped from your hip in the corridor, the cold metal clanking against the stone floor as the guards took it. You want the pension. You need the silver to buy the tincture that...

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