The Wistful Mountain

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The coal dust tasted of iron and old ash, a gritty film that coated the back of Eleanor’s throat as she held the charcoal pencil against the drafting board. The war room was a belly of smoke and steel, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and gun oil. General Kael stood behind her, his shadow falling long and sharp across the blueprints, his breathing a slow, deliberate rasp in the...

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