The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 19:05:09 -

The rain fell upon the stone wall of the keep not as a sound but as a weight, a persistent and cold accumulation of grey water that seeped into the cracks of the mortar and into the very marrow of my bones, binding the ancient fortress to the earth with a tenacity that felt less like architecture and more like a slow suffocation, while I stood at the edge of the courtyard, my hand resting on...

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