The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 15:45:12 -

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered the slate roof of the keep. It was a cold, gray night in the Highlands. Caleb stood by the window. He held a lantern. The glass was thick. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. His hands shook. He had not slept in three days. "Is he here?" The voice came from the shadows. It was Thomas. Thomas leaned against the doorframe. He wore his tunic. It was soaked. He...

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