The Wistful Mountain

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The fog did not clear. It thickened. Elara stood in the center of the hall. The floorboards groaned under her weight, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled up through her bare feet. She was not entirely human. She had never been entirely human. Her skin held the pale, translucent quality of birch bark, and her eyes were the deep, muddy brown of river clay. To the men in the room, she was a...

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