The Wistful Mountain

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Elias woke with the taste of copper and burnt sugar on his tongue. It was a thick, cloying sweetness that coated his teeth, a residue from a dream he could not quite grasp. He lay in the narrow bed of his mother’s cottage, the air cold and sharp with the scent of pine and wet stone. Outside, the fog clung to the mountainside like a shroud. He sat up. His hands shook. They were stained. Not with...

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