The Wistful Mountain
The morning fog clung to the Blackwood Estate like a wet shroud, obscuring the jagged silhouette of the mountain that rose behind the manor house, a grey wall of stone and mist that had watched over the valley for centuries and now seemed to be watching Elias Thorne with a cold, indifferent scrutiny. Elias, a Sergeant Major of the King’s Royal Regiment who had spent twenty years keeping order...
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