The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the cellar smells of wet stone and rot. You stand in the dark, listening to the rain tap against the soil above. It is a steady, rhythmic sound. Like a heartbeat. Or a drum. You hold the jar. It is heavy. Glass sweating with cold. Inside, the bread is black. Molded. You do not throw it away. You look at it. You are a clerk. You keep the ledgers. You know the value of things. Even...

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