The Wistful Mountain

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The Abbot’s voice drifted through the scriptorium like smoke, low and dry, calling Elias’s name with a familiarity that felt less like summons and more like a weight settling onto the young scribe’s shoulders. Elias looked up from his desk, where the parchment lay white and waiting, and saw the older man standing in the doorway, his black robes pooling on the stone floor like spilled ink. The...

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