The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain. Heavy as lead. It wrapped the city of Oakhaven in a suffocating embrace. The cobblestones slicked. The gutters wept. But the sky remained still. Elara stood at the window. Her breath fogged the glass. She wiped it with a sleeve. The street below was empty. No carts. No feet. Only the drip of water from the eaves. Tap. Tap. Tap. She turned...

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