The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 09:32:34 -

The rain in the Ashworths’ valley did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight across the windowpanes of the manor, blurring the world into a smear of wet slate and dying ivy. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ink. Arthur Penhaligon sat at his mahogany desk, a heavy, oak-bound ledger open before him. He was not a man of great stature, nor of...

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