The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent mist that seeped into the bones of the old manor house and turned the stone floors into slick, treacherous surfaces where the boots of the guards slid with a wet, whispering sound. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the Great Hall, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in forty years, feeling the weight...

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