The Wistful Mountain

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The fog had not lifted from the valley in three days, a thick, grey blanket that seemed to absorb the light and the sound alike, leaving the house of my brother Elias in a suspended silence that felt less like peace and more like the hold of a ship waiting to sink. I stood by the window of the library, my hand pressed against the cold glass, watching the mist swirl around the ancient oak tree...

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