The Wistful Mountain

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The black sap oozed from the granite face of the Hollows, heavy and viscous, smelling of wet iron and old blood. Elias Thorne wiped his hands on his wool trousers, leaving dark smears that looked like bruises, and watched the fluid creep down the rock with the slow inevitability of a debt coming due. He was thirty-two years old, and his lungs, a pair of rusted bellows, wheezed with every breath...

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