The Wistful Mountain

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Oakhaven, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the soles of your boots as you stepped down onto the wet, slicked street. You were Elias Thorne, a man of thirty-two years, an archivist by trade and a servant of the Guild by devotion, and you had traveled three days in a drafty compartment to stand before the Guild Hall with a singular,...

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