The Wistful Mountain

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The ink on your fingers is the color of dried blood, a fact that haunts you more than the sickness does. You sit in the high-backed chair of the Scriptorium, a room that smells of oak shavings, stale wax, and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, the autumn wind strips the leaves from the elms, sending them swirling against the stained glass like frantic ghosts. You are the Master Copyist, a...

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