The Wistful Mountain

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The ink on the petition was still wet, a dark, spreading bruise on the pale blue paper, when Colonel Harker’s finger tapped the desk, a dry, rhythmic sound that seemed to vibrate through the linoleum floor and up into the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood at attention, his left hand clenched into a fist at his side, the knuckles white and trembling against the sudden, sharp throb that had...

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