The Wistful Mountain

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Do you hear it? The wind is not empty. It has a texture, a grit, like sandpaper dragged across a raw nerve. You are Elias, thirty-four, and you are climbing the ridge toward the summit of the Carpathians, where the mist hangs so thick it erases the world beyond the reach of your hand. Your goal is singular, violent, and necessary: you will smash the Iron Bell before the sun sets on the winter...

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