The Wistful Mountain

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The road to Oakhaven is a ribbon of mud and memory, and you are walking it with a cart that groans under the weight of wool. The air is thin, smelling of wet stone and the distant, metallic tang of smoke. You are Elias, a weaver, and the war has not come to your door yet, but it has come to your hands. It lives in the loom you built in your grandfather’s cellar, a machine of wood and tension...

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