The Wistful Mountain

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The dog was dead. Not just gone. Dead. Corporal Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the kitchen. His boots were wet. The floorboards were oak, old and warped. He looked at the animal. A collie. Muddy. Still. Its eyes were open, but the light behind them was gone. He stepped inside. The house smelled of dust and wet wool. It was a large house. Too large for one man. It sat on a hill, isolated...

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