The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 20:59:20 -

The feast was a riot of tallow light and heavy air. They sat in the great hall of the manor, a stone fortress perched precariously on the edge of the moor, and the air smelled of roasted lamb, spilled wine, and the wet wool of the guests. Elara sat at the edge of the table, her hands folded in her lap, watching the steam rise from the trencher. She was not the center of attention. She never...

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