The Wistful Mountain

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The bell rang. It was a low, resonant tone. It shook the dust from the high beams. I stood by the window. The city slept below. It was a city of stone and iron. A city that did not dream. Margaret was in the kitchen. She was cutting bread. The knife hit the board. Thud. Thud. Rhythmic. Steady. I watched her hands. They were steady. My hands were not. "You are staring," she said. She did not...

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