The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 21:09:41 -

The tower stood in the center of the city, a needle of black stone piercing the grey sky. It was not built by men. It grew from the bedrock, layer by layer, over centuries. The masonry was seamless. The mortar was invisible. To the eye, it was perfect. To the soul, it was a cage. Elias Vance stood at the base. He was a Warden. His uniform was heavy, lined with lead and salt. The fabric smelled...

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