The Wistful Mountain

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The cellar of Blackwood Penitentiary smelled of wet iron and rot, a scent that had settled into Elias Thorne’s pores so thoroughly that he could no longer distinguish it from his own skin. It was November, 1912, and the air was thick with the damp exhalations of the mountain itself, which pressed against the stone walls like a living thing, heavy and suffocating. Elias stood before the cell...

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