The Wistful Mountain

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The mist did not lift. It settled. It had a weight, like wet wool pressed against the skin. Elias sat on the porch steps. His back was straight. His hands were still. He watched the fog eat the world. It was a boundary. A line. Beyond it, the town of Oakhaven lay silent. Inside it, only the house and the man. Elias was a stranger here. He had come from the south, where the air was dry and the...

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