The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One The ledger page, stained with tea and ink, read: Debt of the Mountain, unpaid. Rashid Barakat sat in the high, sealed chamber of the monastery, the air heavy with damp stone and old prayers. He was thirty years old, a guard by trade, though his true duty was the holding. In his palms rested the eternal stone, a block of black granite that mirrored his soul in its cold, unyielding...

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