The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 02:50:00 -

The air in the manor house hung thick with the scent of beeswax and old parchment, a tangible weight that pressed against the lungs like the damp wool of a winter coat. Captain Silas Thorne stood in the center of the great hall, his boots scuffing faintly against the worn flagstones, watching the candlelight tremble against the shadows that pooled in the corners of the room. It was a night of...

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