The Wistful Mountain

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The mist does not merely settle upon the Abbey of St. Jude; it invades, a cold, wet breath that seeps through the stone walls and into the marrow of your bones. You are Elias, forty-two years old, and for the last decade, you have been a scribe of mediocre talent and questionable integrity. Your fingers, stained permanently with iron gall ink, tremble as you hold the quill, not from the damp...

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