The Wistful Mountain

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The ring sat on the velvet cushion between them, a sliver of pale metal that seemed to drink the light from the workshop’s single window. Elias Thorne pushed it across the scratched oak table, his hands resting flat on the wood as if to anchor himself against the tremor in his chest. Julian, the apprentice, leaned forward, his eyes wide with a hunger that was not entirely for the object itself,...

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