The Wistful Mountain

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The blade sings a high, thin note as it parts the air. You feel the vibration travel up the hilt, into your wrist, into the marrow of your elbow. It is a cold, metallic hum that drowns out the thunder outside. The chamber is vast, a cathedral of stone and shadow, lit by the flickering orange of a hundred tallow candles. The air smells of beeswax, old blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of...

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