The Wistful Mountain

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The sedan shuddered as it climbed the final switchback into Oakhaven, a small, salt-worn town that clung to the cliffs like lichen on old stone, and Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel with a right hand that was flesh and a left hand that was slowly becoming something else entirely. He was fifty-two years old, a linguist by trade and a widower by misfortune, and he had driven four hundred...

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