The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the capital into slick mirrors reflecting the dim glow of the streetlamps. Colonel Arthur Hale stood at the threshold of the Ministry of Internal Security, his hand resting on the heavy brass handle of the door, feeling the cold seep through the leather of his glove. He was a man carved from the...

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