The Wistful Mountain

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The mist was not silver, Elias corrected, though it looked the part. It was the color of old milk, thin and sour, seeping from the fissures in the north wall where the stone had turned the hue of a bruised plum. "Seal the vent," he said, his voice rough from the dry heat of the athanor. "If the Breath of the Dead gets into the condenser, the assay is ruined." Thomas, the novice, did not move....

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