The Wistful Mountain

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The feast was held in the hollow of the world, a cavern that breathed with the slow rhythm of deep time. Lanterns of pale, phosphorescent moss clung to the jagged walls, casting a light that was less illumination than memory, a soft, blue-grey glow that turned every shadow into a question. In the center, on a plinth of polished obsidian, sat the Threshold. It was not a door, nor a gate, but a...

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