The Wistful Mountain

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the gravel of the St. Jude’s Asylum parking lot into a slurry of mud and broken glass, and it was in this damp, grey twilight that the groundskeeper, a man named Arthur who smelled of wet wool and old tobacco, called out to him. "Elias," Arthur said, his voice thin and reedy over the sound of the water drumming...

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