The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the world into a gray smear of slate and mud. I sat in the corner of the tavern, a space that felt less like a room and more like a hollowed-out skull, the walls sweating condensation that tasted of old beer and damp wool. Across from me, Julian leaned forward, his elbows on the scarred wooden table, his eyes bright with a manic, frantic energy...

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