The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-22 22:05:25 -

The ledger entry for the northern gate was missing, and the smell of wet wool and old iron hung thick in the air of the High Magistrate’s office, a scent that seemed to seep into the bones before the eyes could register the room’s cold stone walls. Silas Vane stood with his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the stiff collar of his uniform chafe against his neck, a friction that had become...

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