The Wistful Mountain

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The fog did not rise from the valley; it descended, a heavy, wet blanket that swallowed the scree and the stone. Elias Vance, thirty-two years old and bearing the rank of Senior Warden, walked into the white nothing with the steady, mechanical gait of a man who had long ago ceased to fear the dark. His left hand, wrapped in bandages that had long since turned black with old blood, hung useless...

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