The Wistful Mountain

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The fog did not roll in. It stood up. It rose from the valley floor like a ghost refusing to lie down, thick and grey and cold against the glass of the study window. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror. He adjusted his tie. The knot was tight. Too tight. He loosened it. Tightened it again. His hands shook. The house was silent. A house in the highlands of Scotland, perched on a cliff that...

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