The Wistful Mountain

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The mist in Oakhaven does not rise; it seeps, a cold, wet breath that settles into the joints and the marrow. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and your left hand is already failing. The fingers are translucent, the skin stretched thin over bone like parchment over a frame. It is the Hollow. The town calls it a curse, a divine mark on those who lie, but you know it is worse. It is a...

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