The Wistful Mountain

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The obsidian mirror was cold against your palms, a slab of polished night that reflected nothing but the grey stone of the tower walls, and you held it tight until the edges bit into your flesh, a dull, grounding ache that kept you tethered to the present moment while the rest of the world spun in a blur of anxiety and cold air. You were Elara, the court medium, thirty-two years old and...

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