The Wistful Mountain

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The iron gate of the Citadel did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled up through the cobblestones and into the soles of your boots. You stood at the threshold, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet slate, the sky above a bruised purple that had not seen the sun in three days. You were not a hero in the way the bards of the lower valleys described them, with...

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