The Wistful Mountain

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The banquet hall in the basement of the old customs house smelled of damp wool and roasted lamb, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. It was a celebration for the retirement of Commander Elias Thorne, a man who had spent forty years staring at the horizon, waiting for something that never quite came, and now the room was filled with men and women who wore their respect...

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