The Wistful Mountain

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The iron bell hung low in the eaves of the magistrate’s porch, its surface pitted with the green rust of centuries. It was not a bell for summoning, but a marker of weight, a heavy, silent witness to the transactions that occurred beneath the eaves. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles whitened against the coarse wool of his...

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