The Wistful Mountain
The departure from the village of Oakhaven was not a dramatic severing of ties but a slow, agonizing unspooling, much like the fraying of a hem on a linen sheet that has been worn thin by years of gentle, repetitive washing, and as Elias Thorne walked the muddy track toward the high passes, his boots sinking into the earth with a heavy, wet squelch that sounded obscenely alive in the silence of...
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