The Wistful Mountain

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The rain in Bristol did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear of slate and rust. In the basement of a narrow shop on King Street, Elias Thorne sat hunched over his workbench, the air thick with the scent of old paper, linseed oil, and the metallic tang of impending rain. He was a man of fifty, though his face carried the...

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