The Wistful Mountain

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The slate was heavy, a slab of grey schist no larger than a ledger book, and it sat in the palm of Silas Vane’s hand with the weight of a verdict. I stood in the center of the town square, the mud of Oakhaven sucking at my boots, and watched the elder turn the stone over, the chalky residue of his grip smearing against the dark rock. The wind coming off the mountain was not cold, but it carried...

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