The Wistful Mountain

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The transfer order is missing its signature. Elias stared at the wet ground, the mud sucking at his boots with a sound like tearing cloth. He was forty-two, but his knees felt like they belonged to a man of seventy. He had walked six miles in the rain to reach this border crossing, a jagged scar of stone and barbed wire cutting through the gray hills. He wanted Thomas. Thomas was his brother,...

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