The Wistful Mountain

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The leather strap of the kit bag was cut through, the raw fibers frayed against the wood of the table. Elias Thorne held the strap in his hands, feeling the grain of the old leather, a material that had outlasted three regiments and one war. He was thirty-four years old, and the light from the single kerosene lamp cast a long, thin shadow of him against the wall of the barracks. He had wanted...

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