The Wistful Mountain

added blog Literature

2026-08-18 14:13:55 -

You stand in the great hall, and the air is thick with the scent of roasted venison and beeswax candles, a heavy, golden humidity that settles into your hair and clings to the silk of your doublet. It is a feast, or what passes for one in the grey, damp kingdom of Ashworth, where the walls are stone and the light is always failing. You are not here for the food, though you have not eaten in two...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews