The Wistful Mountain

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The timber screamed. It was not a creak, nor the settling groan of old wood adjusting to the cold. It was a high, thin shriek that tore through the silence of the valley, sounding like a animal caught in a trap. Elias Thorne stood on the scaffolding, his hands trembling not from the wind, but from the sound. He was forty-two, a man whose spine was as straight and rigid as the oak beams he...

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