The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the barracks was thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and stale sweat, a heavy, cloying fog that clung to the wool uniforms of the men who crowded around Sergeant Elias Thorne, their voices rising in a raucous chorus to mark the end of his twenty-year tenure. Elias stood at the center of the tumult, his face a mask of stoic endurance, his hands wrapped tightly around the iron-bound...

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