The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

It is three miles from the northern ridge, or perhaps four, depending on which way the wind pushes the mist. Elias Thorne adjusted the brass theodolite, his left hand hovering over the leveling screws. The metal was cold, biting into his skin, but the cold was not what made him pause. It was the sound. A low, sub-audible thrum, like a bee trapped inside a hollow bone, vibrated up from the iron...

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