The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 14:01:22 -

The feast in the great hall of the Guild of Weavers was a cacophony of clinking pewter and the heavy, damp smell of wet wool, a sensory assault that pressed against the temples of Elias Thorne, who sat at the far end of the long oak table, his fingers trembling slightly as he traced the grain of the wood with a precision that belied the tremor in his hands. The air was thick with the smoke of...

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