The Wistful Mountain

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Elias Thorne, the sergeant called out his name from the head of the table, his voice rough with the smoke of the cigars and the heavy, sweet wine that coated the back of the throat. The banquet hall in Oakhaven was a place of mahogany and brass, the air thick with the steam of roasted duck and the low hum of men who had just survived another winter on the border. Elias sat with his hands flat...

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