The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-18 06:29:08 -

The loom stood in the corner of the shop like a wooden ghost. It was an old thing. Oak and iron. My father built it. I built it after him. The wood had worn smooth where the shuttle passed. It knew the rhythm of my hands before I did. The city pressed against the glass. Rain slicked the cobblestones outside. The gas lamps flickered on, one by one, as the dusk deepened. Inside, the air smelled...

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