The Wistful Mountain

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"Take it." The voice was low. It scraped against the air. Elias looked up. The hand was open. Palm up. Fingers trembling. The thing in the hand was dark. It was small. It pulsed. It was a heart. Not human. Not quite. It was the size of a walnut. It was the color of bruised plum. It beat with a slow, wet rhythm. Thump. Thump. Elias did not move. He was a warrior. Or he had been. Before the...

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