The Wistful Mountain

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The train smelled of wet wool and ozone. Elias sat in the corner of the car, knees drawn up. He held the small glass vial in his left hand. The liquid inside was amber, viscous. It did not shimmer. It did not glow. It sat still, heavy as a stone. He had traveled for six hours to get here. To the station at the end of the line. The town was called Halloway. No one spoke of it in the city guides....

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