The Wistful Mountain

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The quill was heavy in your hand, a weight that seemed to pull not just from the ink but from the very marrow of your wrist, and you held it over the vellum with a steadiness that felt borrowed from the dead. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and in the city of Avelon, where the fog rolled off the river like a burial shroud, you were Elias, a scribe of twelve years, tasked with copying the...

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