The Wistful Mountain

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The mist did not rise from the valley of Aethelgard so much as it bled out of the stone, a slow, grey hemorrhage that swallowed the treeline by noon. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the clearing, his boots sinking into the damp earth, watching the small, dark shape of his twelve-year-old son, Elian, disappear into the fog. Silas was forty years old, a Warden of the Boundary, a man whose body...

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