The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 22:57:03 -

The mist had not yet lifted from the valley floor when Elara packed the last of her linen sheets into the wicker basket, the straw cracking faintly under the weight of her years. She stood in the doorway of the small stone cottage, her fingers stained with the indigo dye of the cloth she had spent the morning bleaching, and watched the road that wound down toward the town of Oakhaven. The air...

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