The Wistful Mountain

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The rain fell in thin, grey sheets against the stone window. It did not knock. It did not ask permission. It simply arrived, as it had for three hundred years, soaking into the mortar and the bone. Commander Elias Thorne sat in the high chair of the keep. His hands were steady. They were always steady. This was the mark of his office. He was a man of stone and iron, of orders given and kept....

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