The Wistful Mountain

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The wind had a voice that night, a low, grinding moan that seemed to come from the stones themselves, and it was that voice that finally broke Ewan. He stood before the stone mortar, his shoulders hunched against the damp that seeped through the lath and plaster, grinding the last of the rowan berries into a paste that smelled of rot and iron. The berries were hard, frozen solid by the frost...

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