The Wistful Mountain

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Miles stood before the mirror. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb fracture ran from his left ear to his right elbow. He touched the line. It did not bleed. He had been here for ten years. Ten years in the Citadel. The air tasted of chalk and old paper. It was thick. It stuck to the back of his throat. "Is it ready?" asked Silas. Silas was old. His skin was like parchment. He held a ledger in...

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