The Wistful Mountain

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The warrant was stamped in red ink, the paper stiff and dry in the magistrate’s hand, smelling faintly of the linoleum floor he had just crossed. Elias held the rusted iron key, its teeth worn smooth by generations of thumbs, and felt the vibration in the floorboards, a low, rhythmic thrum that matched the beating of his own temples. The house was breathing. It had been breathing for twelve...

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