The Wistful Mountain

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The rain on the cobblestones of Aethelgard did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the ancient, flagstone streets into a mirror that reflected nothing but the low, bruised sky and the weary figures trudging through the mist, and you, Thomas Ashworth, walked with your head bowed so low that your chin touched your chest, feeling the weight of the city’s suspicion...

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