The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 07:30:54 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that tasted of iron and old salt, clinging to the brim of your cap and the heavy wool of your coat, and you stood there in the center of the courtyard, the one that had been a garden before the world folded in on itself, watching the man who called himself the King of Ashes pace back and forth with the idle, predatory grace of a cat...

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