The Wistful Mountain
The summons came not as a whisper but as a shout, tearing through the humid air of the High Council chamber where the fog had begun to settle like damp wool on the shoulders of the elders. "Elias Thorne," the Archon declared, his voice cracking against the stone walls, "you are required to complete the sealing of the Ledger of Breath before the hour turns." Elias stood at the foot of the dais,...
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