The Wistful Mountain

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The feast was a wound in the dark. Torches guttered on the high walls of the keep, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like the spirits of the dead across the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that still clung to the tapestries. Sir Edward Ashworth sat at the far end of the long table, his plate untouched. He...

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