"You glance through one of the empty mirror-frames. For a moment, you are in a room, high in a castle. It is the Beleaguered King's solar. The King is there; he has his head in his hands. The room smells sour."@en . . "10"^^ . . "The Mirror-Marches"@en . "[Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__"@en . "A glimpse of a king"@en . . . "[Find the rest of the story at ] __NOEDITSECTION__"@en . .