The Wistful Mountain

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The map in your hand is wrong. You know it is wrong. The ink blurs where the rain hits the parchment, a soft, bleeding gray that mimics the fog rolling off the peaks. You are walking north, away from the camp, away from the men who believe you are a coward, a deserter, a man whose soul has rotted in the damp earth of the valley. You carry the ledger. It is a thick, bound thing, leather-bound,...

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