The Wistful Mountain

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The road climbed. It climbed steeply, winding through the mist that clung to the peaks of the old castle town. We walked in silence. My feet ached. The stone was cold. I carried the heavy burden of my office. I was the Warden of the Gate. My duty was to keep the peace. My duty was to enforce the Law. The Law was old. The Law was absolute. It demanded order. It demanded silence. It demanded that...

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