The Wistful Mountain
The stone of the High Court does not merely hold you; it drinks. You stand alone in the central keep, the silence pressing against your eardrums with the weight of centuries, while your heart hammers a frantic, arrhythmic counterpoint to the slow, tectonic pulse of the architecture surrounding you. You are Silas Vane, a border warden of forty years, and your sole ambition is to secure the...
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