The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 02:52:59 -

The dream tastes of copper. You are in the hall. High vaults. Stone cold against your back. You do not know how you came here. You do not know who you are. You know only the weight of the helm on your brow. It is too heavy. It presses into your skin. It leaves a mark. A red crescent. A scar that will not fade. You are a soldier. You are the law. You are the hand that holds the sword. You stand...

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