The Wistful Mountain

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The silence in the keep was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums like deep water, and within that suffocating quiet, the ancient stone walls of the Bastion of St. Jude began to weep, not with rain, but with a slow, grinding dislocation that signaled the end of centuries of endurance. Sergeant Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the great hall, his back...

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