The Wistful Mountain

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The silence in the stone infirmary was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating presence, a thick gray fog that settled into the marrow of Maren’s bones as she stared at the bowl of white porridge on the iron table before her. It sat there, steaming faintly, a small, perfect circle of sustenance that looked less like food and more like a verdict, a final, clean seal upon a life that...

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