The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved, turning the air above the Blackwood Ridge into a thick, grey soup that smelled of wet iron and old rot, and in this pervasive dampness that seemed to seep into the marrow of the bones and silence the very heartbeat of the forest, Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who had long since ceased to fight against the inevitable...

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