The Wistful Mountain

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The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it accumulated, a heavy, grey shroud that pressed against the stone walls of the town square and seeped into the bones of those who stood within it. Silas Thorne stood before the Magistrate’s office, his hand clenched around a rusted iron key that hummed with a low, vibrating resonance against his palm. The sound was not auditory but physical, a thrumming that...

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