The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One Harald Lonne stood in the mud, the rain slicking his wool coat until it weighed more than the ledger in his hand. I was thirty-two, and the debt was forty years old. The Wistful Mirror shimmered ahead, a path of glass that separated our starving village from the city’s hunger. It was eroding, the surface cracking under the weight of the wind. Kael, the tollkeeper, stood silent by...

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