The Wistful Mountain

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The frost came early, biting through the wool of the coats and settling into the joints of the men who worked the night shift at the Millbrook Processing Plant. It was a cold that did not just chill the skin; it settled in the marrow, a heavy, wet weight that made the air taste of iron and old snow. Elias Thorne stood before the great copper still, his hands resting on the rim, watching the...

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