The Wistful Mountain

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The wind did not howl; it screamed, a thin, high-pitched sound that vibrated in the teeth and rattled the single pane of glass in the cabin window. Elias sat on the edge of his narrow bed, his hands resting on the duffel bag that contained everything he owned: two changes of clothes, a pair of boots, and the final shift paperwork that would grant him his pension. He was thirty-two years old, a...

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