The Wistful Mountain
The leather binding of the *Codex Umbra* is slick, warm, and undeniably alive under your fingertips, a texture that feels less like calfskin and more like the flank of a sleeping dog, smooth and taut with a heat that does not belong to the climate-controlled air of the Royal Antiquarian Society’s vault. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a senior archivist who has spent two decades...
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