The Wistful Mountain

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The parchment lay on the wet stone floor, the ink still wet from the Bishop’s seal, a red smear that looked like a fresh wound. I read the terms again, the looped letters of the script demanding the Great Hide by the winter solstice, a commission that would grant me the master’s seal and silence the whispers that had followed me since my father’s death. The mist was already rising from the...

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