The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a thick, gray mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron, clinging to the windowpane of the farmhouse where the silence was so heavy it had weight. Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the condensation run down the glass in slow, deliberate tracks that mirrored the tears he...

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