The Wistful Mountain

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The gatehouse of Ironhold Citadel did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic complaint that vibrated through the cobblestones and up into the bones of anyone who stood before it, and Captain Elias Thorne, whose knees ached with the damp chill of the November wind, stood before it as if he were waiting for a verdict from God himself. He was forty years old, a man carved from the same hard...

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