The Wistful Mountain

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The letter lay on the desk, sealed with black wax. It was a small square of parchment, brittle with age, yet the ink was fresh. Elias Thorne picked it up. His fingers trembled. The seal was his own. He had never sent it. He had never written the words that were now burning in his mind. He opened it. The script was his. The words were a confession. A betrayal. "You knew," said the voice in the...

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