The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 11:05:02 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wax, a scent that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy, invisible shroud. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, fingers trembling with a fatigue that went deeper than the bone. The chandeliers above cast a warm, golden glow, but to you, the light looked sickly, yellowed by the years and the dust of your...

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