The Wistful Mountain

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Act I My left hand trembled as I pressed the quill to the parchment, the nib scratching a sound like a mouse running across dry bone. I was halfway through the third paragraph of the petition for my brother, Tomás, when the High Chancellor’s shadow fell over the desk, blocking the light from the high windows. The ink was still wet, pooling in the grooves of the script, and I could smell the...

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