The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and grey veil that turned the world outside your cell window into a watercolor painting left out in the damp, blurring the hard lines of the stone wall and the iron bars into a single, indistinct smear of sorrow. You sit on the cold floor, your back against the rough-hewn stone, feeling the chill seep through your tunic and settle in your...

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