The Wistful Mountain

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Elias. The name hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig. It was not a call of greeting. It was a summons from the mountain itself, or so it felt in the moment, a voice that seemed to rise from the loose scree and the dead pine needles under his boots. Elias stopped. His breath plumed in the thinning air, white and transient against the gray backdrop of the pass. He was forty-two years old, and...

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