The Wistful Mountain

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The wind off the moor tastes of iron and old rain, biting through the wool of your cloak as you stand before the gate of the Abbey, the stone archway looming like a ribcage stripped of its flesh. You are holding the key, the iron cold and slick in your palm, a weight that seems to anchor you to the earth even as the world around you shudders in the gale. It is not a grand key, not a gilded...

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