The Wistful Mountain

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The wind off the highlands did not howl; it whispered, a low, grinding sound like gravel shifting under a boot, and it was the only thing that had kept you company since you left the warmth of your hearth to walk the eastern boundary. You are Elias, thirty-two, and the leather of your warden’s coat is stiff with cold, the salt of the mountain air crusting in the creases of your fingers, but...

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