The Wistful Mountain

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The tower stood in the valley like a broken tooth. Mara climbed it. Her boots were worn thin. The stone was cold. It bit her ankles. She did not stop. The wind screamed. It wanted her gone. She stayed. She was not human. Not entirely. Her skin had a sheen. Like wet slate. Her eyes held no light. Just a deep, hollow dark. The villagers called her the Shade. They crossed the street to avoid her....

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