The Wistful Mountain

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Elias. The name was not spoken so much as dragged up from the wet clay of the valley floor, a sound like a rope tearing through wet wood, and it stopped Elias Thorne mid-step on the jagged scree of Mount Aethelgard, where the air itself hummed with a low, resonant frequency that could shatter stone if sustained for more than a heartbeat. He was thirty-two, a quarryman with hands that had never...

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