The Wistful Mountain

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The stone weeps. Elias Thorne wiped the grit from his brow and stared at the northern wall. It was a grey, jagged thing, ancient and indifferent, but now it oozed a thick, rust-colored slurry that pooled at his boots. The year was 1347, and the King’s writ demanded the pass be secured by Michaelmas, or the Crown would forfeit the garrison’s wages for the winter. Elias had served twenty years on...

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