The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower bailey into a slick, treacherous mirror where the reflections of the watchtowers twisted and dissolved under the weight of the water, and I stood there, in the shadow of the gatehouse, feeling the wet cold seep through the thin wool of my surcoat until it seemed to cling to my skin like...

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