The Wistful Mountain

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The feast was loud. It was a wall of sound. Silverware clinked. Voices overlapped. The room smelled of roasted duck and expensive perfume. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain hit the glass. It was a fine, cold rain. Inside, the air was thick with heat. Marcus sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. He laughed often. His laughter was deep. It shook the water in his glasses....

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