The Wistful Mountain
The feast was held in the hollow of the valley, a vast and sprawling affair that seemed to consume the entire autumn light, where the air hung thick with the smoke of a thousand bonfires and the scent of roasted wild boar and spiced wine mingled with the metallic tang of blood and the damp, earthy perfume of the ancient pines that circled the settlement like silent sentinels, and at the center...
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