The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One Could a man really hold back the tide with his bare hands? Văn Le asked the question to the empty air, though his ribs screamed a louder answer, a jagged pain that pulsed with every breath he took in the grey, mist-choked highlands. He was thirty-two years old, a border patrol officer for fifteen years, and he clutched his side where the smugglers’ knife had found the soft meat...

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