The Wistful Mountain

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The mist does not roll in; it simply arrives, thickening the air until the world becomes a watercolor left too long in the rain. You are seven years old, small and sharp-angled, standing at the edge of the estate where the manicured lawns surrender to the wild, untamed scrub of the highlands. Your father, Lord Ashworth, stands behind you, a figure carved from stone and silence, his hand resting...

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