The Wistful Mountain

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The rain lashed against the leaded windows of Whitmore Palace, a relentless drumming that drowned out the silence of the dying house. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, his fingers trembling as they brushed the dust from the brass astrolabe. It was cold, heavier than it should be, and it hummed against his palm with a low, impossible frequency that made his teeth ache. He had...

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