The Wistful Mountain

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The iron key in my pocket weighed more than my conscience, a cold anchor dragging against the silk of my trousers. I sat in the high-backed chair by the hearth, watching the embers die, each spark a tiny, furious star falling into the black void of the hearthstone. Outside, the wind howled through the eaves of Blackwood Manor, a sound like a man screaming for help that no one could hear. My...

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