The Wistful Mountain

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it rose, a slow, silent exhalation from the earth itself, swallowing the valley’s edges in a grey, suffocating blanket. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the village square, his theodolite cold against his hip, staring at the ridge where the mist clung thickest. He was thirty-two, a man whose face had been carved by wind and worry, and he carried a debt that...

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