The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 09:51:51 -

You are standing in the mud of the valley, the rain slicking your hair against your forehead, and you are holding a branch of white ash that has been stripped of its leaves, its bark worn smooth and pale as bone by the friction of your grip. The town of Oakhaven is not the place you remember, not the place of stone walls and hearth fires and the smell of woodsmoke and roasting meat, but a...

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