The Wistful Mountain

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The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was not a path one took lightly. It was a scar in the earth, narrow and steep, cutting through the grey mist that clung to the valley floor like a wet shroud. Elara walked with her back straight, her breath visible in the cold air, though it was late spring. She carried nothing but a small, leather-bound satchel and the weight of a silence that had grown so...

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