The Wistful Mountain

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The abbey bell tower stood not as a monument to faith, but as a skeletal finger pointing accusingly at the bruised purple sky. Elias sat in his study, a room that smelled of damp stone and the slow decay of old parchment, his left hand resting on the oak table. The hand was still, unnervingly so, as if the life within it had been paused rather than ended. He was the Abbot, a title that carried...

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