The Wistful Mountain

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The fire ate the oak table. It had been there for three hundred years. Now it was ash and glowing embers. Elara watched. Her hands were steady. She was the Keeper. The village of Oakhaven smelled of smoke and wet wool. Outside, the wind screamed against the stone walls. Inside, the hall was warm. Too warm. The elders sat in a row. They did not look at her. They looked at the fire. "You burned...

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