The Wistful Mountain

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In the pre-dawn hours, before the sun had the decency to breach the jagged spine of the White Mountains, Elias Vane lay awake in the narrow cot of his rented cabin, listening to the wind claw at the shingles with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like accusation. He was fifty-four years old, a man whose life had been measured in quarterly reports and the slow, grinding erosion...

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