The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had stopped. It lay heavy on the floorboards of the study, a silent, wet weight. Elias stood by the window. His back was straight. It had always been straight. A spine of iron in a body of clay. He watched the fog lift from the valley below. The house breathed around him. Old timber. Old dust. Old time. His hand went to his chest. He pressed his thumb against the sternum. Right there....

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