The Wistful Mountain

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The banquet hall was bright with the heat of too many candles. The air smelled of beeswax, roasted lamb, and the metallic tang of anxiety. Elias stood at the edge of the room, holding a glass of sherry he did not drink. He was a man who investigated silence. For thirty years, he had worked in the archives of the county, tracing the lines of inheritance, the breaks in the chain, the places where...

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