The Wistful Mountain

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The brass pocket watch lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed. He sat in the back of the taxi, the driver’s neck stiff with tension, the engine idling with a rough, metallic cough that vibrated through the floorboards. Outside, the village of St. Jude clung to the mountainside, a cluster of slate-roofed houses huddled against the gray sky. The air inside...

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