The Wistful Mountain

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The stone was wet, and Elias’s fingers were slick with a mixture of rain and his own blood as he hauled himself over the ridge, the mud sucking at his boots with a sound like a wet cough. He did not look down at the valley below, where the crumbling estate of his late father lay shrouded in the gray morning mist; he looked only at the peak ahead, the Wistful Mountain, which rose not from the...

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