The Wistful Mountain

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The mist did not drift through the valley of the Wistful Mountain; it breathed, a slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction that eroded the limestone cliffs into soft, yielding shapes. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and wearing the heavy wool of a border warden, stood alone on the precipice, his breath forming small, white ghosts that were immediately swallowed by the gray expanse. He was...

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