The Wistful Mountain

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The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and stale smoke. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of a hundred candles that flickered against the stone walls. Thomas Ashworth sat at the head of the table, his hands resting on the polished wood. He was a master of gears. He built clocks that told the time of day, but also the time of death. He understood the mechanics of entropy. He knew that...

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