The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the village into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne stood on the platform of the station, watching the steam from the departing train curl into the wet air, his breath misting before him. He was a man of precise habits and quiet fears, a linguist who had spent...

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