The Wistful Mountain

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The feast is a lie. This is the first thing you understand, though you do not yet have the words for it. The hall is vast, a cathedral of stone and dust, illuminated by candles that burn with a cold, blue intensity. The air smells of wax and old blood. You stand at the edge of the table, a long slab of mahogany that stretches into the gloom like a spine. You are a soldier, or perhaps a guard,...

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