The Wistful Mountain

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The black sap oozed from the limestone wall, a thick, viscous stream that smelled of iron and rot. Elias Thorne wiped it from his finger with a trembling hand, the dark smear stark against his pale skin. It was a lie. The stone was lying. "Inspector Thorne," the voice behind him was dry, like dead leaves scraping across gravel. "You are blocking the ledger." Elias turned. Chief Inspector...

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