The Wistful Mountain

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The snow did not fall; it hung, a static gray veil that smothered the Iron Throne’s highest terrace. Captain Elias Vane stood alone, his breath pluming in short, sharp bursts that vanished before they could touch the stone balustrade. He was thirty years old, a man carved from the same cold iron as the weapons in his belt, yet his hands trembled with a violence that had nothing to do with the...

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