The Wistful Mountain
You hold the seal. It is cold. The wax is black. The ink is dry. You are old. Your hands shake. The castle breathes. Stone and dust. You are a scholar. You know the words. You do not know the cost. The King is gone. The Queen is dead. The court remains. They look at you. They do not speak. The wind howls. It is high in the tower. The fire is low. You look at the seal. It is a bird. A raven. Its...
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