The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-17 14:06:36 -

The morning mist clung to the iron rails of the Highland Railway like a wet shroud, a persistent and grey exhalation that refused to lift despite the rising sun, and Captain Elias Thorne stood at the open window of his carriage, watching the landscape blur into a smear of heather and stone, his hands gripping the brass frame until his knuckles turned the color of old bone, for he had not slept...

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