The Wistful Mountain

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The frost was in the mortar again. You heard it before you saw it, a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated in the fillings of your teeth and the wet sockets of your eyes. Elias, the Abbot called from the shadowed doorway of the scriptorium, his voice thin and reedy, stripped of its usual authority by the cold. Elias, come here. You turned from the arch, your hands black with the dust of crushed...

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