The Wistful Mountain

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The library floor was wet with blood and rain. I stood over Clara’s body, her head resting against the oak leg of a reading table, the stillness of her face more violent than the noise that had shattered the room. I was forty-two, a junior archivist of the Imperial Court, and in that moment, I was nothing but a man holding a wet cloth to a wound that would not stop. The air smelled of iron and...

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