The Wistful Mountain

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The letter is damp, the ink smeared into a brown bruise on the paper, and you are tearing the wax seal with a thumbnail that has gone grey at the edge. You are Elias. You are thirty-two. You are a border warden, or you were, until the wind in the high pass began to sound like a voice calling your name. The cold has moved past your skin, past your muscle, and settled into the marrow of your left...

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