The Distant Whispers

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The mist clings to the granite of the Blackwater Ridge like a burial shroud, thick and wet, swallowing the world in a grey void where the only solid thing is the sharp, throbbing pain in your left hand. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you have spent the last three weeks climbing this cursed mountain with the singular, obsessive purpose of mapping its final, uncharted spine before...

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