The Wistful Mountain

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The fox sat on the desk. Not a real one. Of course not. A toy. Stiff. Red felt. Glass eyes. It stared at Arthur. Arthur stared back. "Did you see that?" he asked. The room was cold. Drafts seeped under the door. The paper in the basket was damp. Arthur’s fingers were numb. He wrapped them around his mug. The tea was gone. Cold. "Speak, Arthur." The voice came from the shadows. Silas. Silas the...

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