The Wistful Mountain
The snow began to fall at dawn. It was not a gentle snow. It was a siege. Elias stood at the window of the control room. The glass was thick. It was cold. He pressed his forehead against it. The air outside was white. It was empty. It was full. He was a ranger. He was a keeper of lines. The lines were on the map. The lines were in the law. The lines were in his mind. The mountain was beyond the...
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