The Wistful Mountain

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The feast in the town square of Oakhaven was a riot of roasted meat, spiced cider, and the clinking of silverware against porcelain, yet Elias stood at the periphery, his eyes fixed not on the food but on the tarnished brass compass in his palm. He was twelve years old, a boy with sharp, restless eyes that seemed too large for his narrow face, and the compass was the only thing in the world...

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