The Wistful Mountain

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The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise; it waited, a thick, gray wool that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Silas Ashworth, a border warden of thirty years, walked with a limp that had become his second name. In his hand, he gripped a rusted iron compass, the only thing his mentor, old Thomas, had left before the fever took him. The needle trembled, pointing steadily toward the north...

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