The Wistful Mountain
The ink on the page was still wet when I wrote the first line, a dark smear that seemed to bleed into the grain of the parchment, much like the doubt that had been pooling in my chest for three days. I am Elias Thorne, junior archivist in the Guild of Scribes, and I am writing this to record the precise moment I decided to lie to the Master, a decision that would cost me my position, my...
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