The Wistful Mountain

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The bell rang. It did not chime; it screamed. A jagged, iron sound that split the air of the Great Hall like a whip crack. Thomas was already running. His boots, heavy with the mud of the lower fields, slapped against the cold stone floor. He ran toward the source of the noise, toward the High Table, where the Elders sat in their white robes. They were not men. Or rather, they were not just...

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