The Wistful Mountain

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The dream was always the same: snow falling in slow, grey flakes over a ridge of black rock, and Julian lying beneath it, his face turned up toward a sky that never cleared. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth and the sensation of frost biting at the corners of his lips, a chill that had no business being in the barracks of Fort Blackridge in the dead of March. He sat up,...

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