The Wistful Mountain

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so heavy it pressed against the eaves of the manor house like a physical weight. It was the third night of the siege, and the valley below had turned to a sea of torchlight, a jagged constellation of malice that reflected off the still, black waters of the lake. Sir Aldric Thorne stood upon the ramparts, his hand resting on the cold iron...

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