The Wistful Witness

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The name is called out by the wind, or so it seems, a low moan that scrapes against the stone walls of the outpost like a finger dragging across a chalkboard. Elias Thorne stands at the window, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that has gone cold, watching the fog press against the glass. It is November, 1890, and the highlands are dying, the green stripped away to leave only the grey bones...

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