The Wistful Mountain

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The rain hammered the corrugated tin roof of the processing plant like a thousand tiny fists. It was a cold, industrial drumming that did not stop. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the floor, his boots slick with oil and water. He held the clipboard. The paper was damp. The ink bled. "Your signature, Mr. Bradshaw," said the clerk. The clerk was young. His name was Peter. He had a face...

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