The Wistful Mountain

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Elias Thorne. The name was not spoken by a friend, but by the King’s shadow, a man named Vane who stood in the doorway of the scriptorium like a crack in the winter sky. The air in the room smelled of iron and rot, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat, masking the usual sharp tang of oak gall and vinegar. Elias looked up from the parchment, his hands trembling so...

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