The Wistful Mountain

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The iron gate of the keep is already rusted shut, but you are still pushing. Your hands are raw, the skin peeling back in red strips that stick to the cold metal. You are not trying to get in. You are trying to break it. The sound is a shriek, a high-pitched whine that cuts through the foggy air of the valley, and it is the only thing louder than the pounding of your own heart. This is the Hall...

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