The Wistful Mountain

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The letter lay on the oak desk, its edges yellowed by decades of handling, the ink faded to a bruised purple. You read it for the third time, your fingers tracing the signature of Abbot Thorne, a man whose authority was as brittle as the parchment itself. He refused the transfer of the final codexes to the national repository. The winter floods were rising in the valley below, a slow, creeping...

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