The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A grey curtain of mist hung over the valley, blurring the edges of the houses, turning the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors. I stood at the window of the community hall, watching the droplets cling to the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and stale beer. The town of Oakhaven was gathered, a silent congregation of secrets, waiting...

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