The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 19:30:49 -

The air in the Foundry did not smell of iron. It smelled of wet wool and old smoke, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat like a lie. Elias stood in the center of the vast, circular hall, his hands hanging loose at his sides, fingers curled slightly as if holding invisible strings. Around him, the machinery hummed. It was a low, continuous drone, the sound of the world...

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