The Wistful Mountain

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The call came from the valley floor, a thin, reedy sound that barely cut through the wind. "Elias! The spire is shifting!" It was Thomas, the abbot’s assistant, his face pale against the grey of the morning. Elias did not look down. He was forty-two, a stone-mason with hands that had never known a day’s rest, and he was climbing the Aethelgard range to repair the crumbling spire of the...

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