The Wistful Mountain
The banquet hall in the town of Oakhaven is suffocatingly bright, a cavern of gold leaf and chandeliers that drip light like molten wax onto the polished oak floor, and you stand at the far edge of the room, your uniform pressed so tight against your ribs that the fabric feels less like cloth and more like a second skin that is slowly trying to digest you, watching Mayor Silas Vane move through...
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