The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-21 16:20:33 -

The wind did not howl in the Hall of Echoes; it breathed. It moved through the high, arched windows with the slow, deliberate patience of a tide that had forgotten how to recede, carrying with it the scent of damp stone and ancient, dried sage. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the vast, circular chamber, his back to the great doors that led to the outer courtyard, his hands resting on...

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