The Wistful Mountain

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The leather spine of the ledger is cracked, a jagged white line running through the dark cover like a frozen river, and you hold it against your chest as if it were a shield against the cold. It is 1912, and the air in Ashford tastes of iron and coal dust, a metallic tang that sits heavy in the back of your throat. You are Elias Thorne, a constable for ten years, and your lungs are beginning to...

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