The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, weeping veil that turned the Scottish Highlands into a landscape of suspended grief, where the heather dissolved into a bruised purple mist and the ancient stones of the moor seemed to breathe with a slow, tidal rhythm that matched the heavy, arrhythmic beating of Elias Thorne’s heart. He walked, not with the purposeful stride of a man...

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