The Wistful Mountain
Chapter One Fraser Buchanan, thirty-two, a junior clerk in the Imperial Court, stood before the ledger room with the weight of his own silence pressing against his ribs. The fog outside the port had turned the water into a grey, opaque wall that made the docks useless, a physical fact that meant no boats could leave, no cargo could arrive, and the air remained thick with the drone of the power...
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