The Wistful Mountain

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The fog rolled in from the harbor at dawn, a thick, gray wool that swallowed the cobblestones and erased the sharp angles of the city until only the silhouette of the Great Hall remained, a monolith of black granite rising against the pale, indifferent sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the courtyard, his collar turned up against the damp chill, watching the mist settle into the crevices of...

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