The Wistful Mountain

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The rain fell hard on the slate roof. It drummed a steady rhythm. The house was old. Stone walls. Thick and cold. Elias sat by the fire. He did not move. He held the coat. It was a blue wool coat. Worn thin at the elbows. The buttons were brass. They were tarnished. He ran his thumb over one. The metal was warm. It was the only warmth in the room. He had bought the coat. Years ago. A market...

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