The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 22:11:18 -

The fog rolls in from the river, thick and gray as wool, erasing the edges of the town and leaving only the dim, pulsing glow of the streetlamps and the wet, reflective sheen of the cobblestones under your boots. You stand at the center of the square, your hand resting on the pommel of your service revolver, the cold metal biting into your palm, a familiar, heavy anchor in a world that has...

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