The Wistful Mountain

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The seal was cracked. It had been cracked for years, a hairline fracture running through the wax of his authority, invisible until the light hit it at the wrong angle. Silas knew this. He felt it in the marrow of his left leg, a dull, grinding ache that mimicked the rhythm of the city’s heartbeat. He stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and...

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