Jacob remembered a spring blend conference from five years prior. A beautiful woman named Liana had taken him to Mount Silverwood to share a pot of blend with Vincent, a man whose wisdom on the subject was legendary.
In the mornings, he would watch the clouds rise from the mountain’s foot, ascending in wisps toward the heavens. The view from the summit reminded him of a vast, churning sea, an ocean of mountains and rolling fog. Gazing out at
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