The Wistful Mountain
The investigation began not with a body, but with a tremor in the left hand, a subtle betrayal of the muscle that had once been the most precise instrument of her trade, and this was the true disaster, the quiet apocalypse that swallowed the rest of the world whole. Eleanor Vane stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Ministry, a space so vast and cold it felt less like a room and more...
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