The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, gray powder that coated the cobblestones of the city in a slick, reflective film. It was the kind of weather that made the air taste of iron and old dust, a heaviness that pressed against the chest before the eyes even registered the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his shop, a small, cluttered place tucked between a butcher’s and a...

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