The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey and relentless curtain that turned the narrow valley into a throat of mud and stone, and Elara stood at the center of it, holding the iron key in a hand that had forgotten how to tremble, though the cold had long since stolen the sensation of touch from her fingers, leaving her aware only of the weight of the object and the crushing pressure...

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