The Wistful Mirror

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I asked Haldor if the road to the Northern Marches was still passable, and he looked at the clay tablet in my hand, the one bearing the complaint of a merchant from the counting room, and said nothing. The light was low, the angle of the sun hitting the snow at a slant that made the world look like a bruise. I was thirty years old, a royal guard, and I carried a sealed decree in my belt that...

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