The Wistful Mirror

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The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and regret. You read it three times, your thumb tracing the line where the Duke’s seal had broken. It was a summons. You were to report to the Palace of Oria by dawn to restore the Great Mirror. The reward was enough to buy three years of medicine for your father, enough to keep the coughing fits at bay until the winter passed....

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