The Wistful Mountain

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The blade sings in the air, a thin, high note that cuts through the damp silence of the courtyard, and you catch the edge of your own reflection in the polished steel, a ghost of a man, pale and trembling, while the shadow of the magistrate’s hand looms long and distorted over the cobblestones. You do not strike. You never strike. You are the shield, not the sword, and the weight of the iron...

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