The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One My hands were buried in the mud of the Atlas valley, gripping the moss-slicked back of a smuggler who had tried to slip past the wire. I counted his breaths. One. Two. Three. The stone idol fused to my spine, heavy as a debt, whispered my true name into the wet cold. I was Karim Farah, warden, and I needed this capture to secure my pension. The system demanded I label him a...

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