The Wistful Mountain

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The coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a heavy thing, wool of a deep, mournful charcoal, threaded with a faint, dusty red. It had belonged to Major Elias Thorne for thirty years. Now it belonged to no one. Or rather, it belonged to the air that moved through the empty command office, drifting over the polished mahogany desk, settling on the leather chair like a ghost refusing to...

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