The Wistful Mountain

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The wind in the valley tasted of iron and rot. It was a thin, sharp flavor. It cut the lips. It dried the eyes. Elias sat on the porch step. His hands were still. They were old hands. The knuckles were swollen. The skin was like parchment. He watched the smoke rise. It went up. It did not come down. His son, Thomas, stood by the fence. Thomas was tall. He was young. He wore a coat of heavy...

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