The Wistful Mountain

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The fog rolled in from the coast. It swallowed the pines. It swallowed the road. Elias walked. His boots sank into the mud. He was tired. His back ached. He carried a bag. Inside, he held a single, dried branch. It was ash wood. It was smooth. It was warm to the touch. He had found it in the valley. He had carried it for three days. He did not know why. He only knew he could not leave it. The...

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