The Wistful Mountain
Chapter One Angelina D'Angelo’s fingers bled into the wet wood of the railing as she dragged the body of her father across the threshold. The mud of the farm estate had turned to slush, a cold paste that sucked at her boots, and the weight of the corpse was a living thing, heavy and warm. She did not stop. She could not stop. The High Court of the Valley waited in the hall beyond, a room of...
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