The Wistful Mountain

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The dream always began with the taste of iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat before he even opened his eyes. It was a sensation so visceral, so heavy with the weight of rusted blood and cold ash, that it felt less like a dream and more like a physical residue left behind by the night. He lay in the high bed of the master bedroom, the air of the Victorian manor...

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