The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that settled into the joints of the old stone walls and the bones of the men who stood within them. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the water trace slow, erratic paths down the high windows. He was a man of the cloth, a tailor of exquisite reputation whose...

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