The Wistful Mountain

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The theodolite needle did not point north, but I had no time to argue with the compass, for the mist was closing in like a fist around my throat, and the grinding sound beneath the scree was no longer a geological rumble but a wet, rhythmic chewing that vibrated through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my shins. I am Elias Thorne, and I came to Mount Kael in the autumn of 1893 not...

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