The Wistful Mountain

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The iron of the sword bites into your thigh before you even register the pain. You are on your knees in the mud of the courtyard, the rain slicking your uniform until it clings to your ribs like a second skin. The man holding the blade is not a soldier. He is a man of the house, a steward, or perhaps a guard, but he wears the insignia of the Ministry of Internal Order on his chest, a brass...

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