The Wistful Mountain

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The Abbot raised his glass, the crystal catching the candlelight until it looked like a frozen tear. "To the cartographer," he said, his voice smooth as oiled stone. "May his lines be true." Elias Thorne smiled, but his jaw tightened. He held his own cup, sweating slightly, the heat of the banquet hall pressing against his skin. Around him, the monks sat in rows, their faces obscured by...

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