The Wistful Mountain

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The ink on the final page of the Abbey’s ledger did not dry; it swelled, rising from the stone like a dark tide, and it formed the shape of your own trembling hand, a ghostly replica of the fingers you were using to scrape the flaking residue from the surface. You froze, your chisel hovering in the air, the cold metal biting into your palm, while the wet, black smear on the parchment pulsed...

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