The Wistful Mountain
The ink on the page had moved again, Elias noted, his pen hovering a millimeter above the parchment as if the slightest pressure would shatter the fragile truce between his will and the text. It was a subtle shift, barely perceptible to the untrained eye, yet to Elias, whose fingertips were already blistered and raw from the heat radiating off the "Wistful Mountain" manuscript, it was as loud...
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