The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One "Put the gun down, Haile. You are shaking." Colonel Ayele’s voice was flat, stripped of any warmth, echoing off the damp stone of the watchtower. Tirunesh Haile kept her eyes fixed on the mist rolling through the valley below, where the fog had a weight to it, a physical density that pressed against the skin like wet wool. She had been standing there for three hours, her shoulder...

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