The Wistful Mountain

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The sword in Elias’s hand was a slab of iron, dull and heavy. It bit into the shoulder of the man before him with a sound like a branch snapping under a boot. Blood, dark and thick, sprayed across the white stone of the throne room floor. Elias did not feel triumph. He felt a cold, sharp panic. The man he had just wounded was Sir Julian, his lord, his mentor, the only person in the castle who...

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