The Wistful Mountain
The Wistful Mountain By Eleanor Fairchild The mountain stood where the road ended and the world began again—a jagged tooth of granite and ice that caught the light of a dying century and held it hostage. Thomas Bradshaw had seen mountains before, but never one like this. Never one that seemed to watch him back. He had been a captain in the Coldstream Guards once, before the war that broke...
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