The Wistful Mountain

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The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel smelled of roasted boar, stale wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that had soaked into the flagstones centuries ago and never fully washed away, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a second skin as I sat at the foot of the long table where the generals of the Northern Reach feasted to celebrate the quieting of the border wars. I was not a...

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