The Wistful Mountain

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The cellar door groaned under Elias’s weight, a sound like a joint popping in a body too old to bend. He descended the stone steps, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and rotting wood, his lantern casting long, trembling shadows against the crumbling walls. Here, in the lowest part of the Holloway estate, the silence was not empty but heavy, a physical pressure that seemed to hold its...

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