The Wistful Mirror

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The stone of Aethelgard did not break; it bled. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the shattered main gate, the ironwood splinters of the barricade still smoking from the fire he had set three days prior, his breath coming in ragged, wet hitches that tasted of ash and copper. He was thirty years old, a veteran of the Iron Guard, and his hands, which had held the reins of empire for a decade,...

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