The Wistful Mirror

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"You are late, Mirsada. The solstice does not wait for the conscience of a stevedore." The steward’s voice was thin, like wire pulled too tight. Mirsada Stancev stood in the corridor, her back aching with the familiar, dull throb that had lived there since the docks, clutching the sealed letter. It was a heavy thing, the paper, dense with the ink of the High Council’s final decree. She had...

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