The Wistful Mountain

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The chandelier did not hang; it floated, a suspended constellation of cut glass that hummed with a low, tectonic vibration. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the mahogany table, his service pistol heavy in his right hand, the wood of the table slick with condensation that smelled of ozone and old blood. He was forty years old, a border warden with twenty years of service and a pension that...

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