The Wistful Mountain

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The magistrate’s clerk called his name from the porch, a flat, administrative sound that cut through the morning mist, and Elias turned, his left hand still wrapped around the hilt of the sword he had not yet sheathed. The mud of the rear garden sucked at his boots with a wet, tearing sound, each step a small negotiation with the earth that had turned to slurry under the relentless rain of the...

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