The Wistful Mountain

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The candle gutters, and the ink bleeds. You are Elara. You are thirty-two. You are the junior cartographer at the Monastery of Saint Jude, perched on a ledge of granite so high the air tastes of iron and starlight. Your fingers are stained black, the pigment sinking into the whorls of your prints, a tattoo of your ambition. You want tenure. You want the seal of the Abbot pressed onto your...

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