The Wistful Mountain

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The ink on the parchment was not merely black but a deep, bruised violet, the color of a hematoma forming under the skin of the night, and I held the stylus with a trembling hand that had once been steady enough to command the siege engines of the Northern Reach but now shook as if it were the leaf of an aspen in a gale that had no source, for the text before me was not a command from the Crown...

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