The Wistful Mountain

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"You are late, brother." The voice comes from the shadows of the hall. It is not a human voice. It is the sound of wind trapped in a hollow pipe, a low, resonant hum that vibrates in the marrow of your bones. You stand in the center of the library. The air is thick with the scent of decaying paper and cold iron. Rain hammers against the high, arched windows, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that...

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