The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-22 13:44:24 -

The river mud gave up the locket on a Tuesday in November, three years after Clara drowned. I was walking the bank, not for duty, but because the silence of Oakhaven had become a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums. The object was silver, tarnished black by the silt, but intact. I held it up to the grey light, my fingers trembling with a cold that had nothing to do with the...

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