The Wistful Mountain

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The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet stone and crushed thyme, a scent so ancient it seemed to predate the air itself. Julian Vane woke in the highland heather, his body aching with the specific, hollow fatigue of a man who has carried a burden for so long it has fused to his spine. He was a magistrate, a keeper of the peace in the borderlands, a man whose word was supposed...

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