The Wistful Mountain
The snow did not fall; it exploded, a white concussion that swallowed the world in seconds. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and in that singular, shattering moment, the outpost of Mount Aethelgard ceases to exist. The timber frame screams as the weight of the mountain crushes it, and you feel the bone in your left leg snap like a dry twig, a pain so sharp it turns your vision into a tunnel of...
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