The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One The canal town of Vardar was waking up, the barges shuddering against the wooden pilings as the turnpike gates creaked open for the morning traffic, and the air smelled of wet wool and coal smoke. Radmila Markovic stood at the edge of the quay, her hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than the iron it was made of. She was thirty-two, a debt collector with a limp...

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