The Wistful Mountain

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The tea was cold. Elias stirred it. The spoon hit the ceramic. A sharp, metallic sound. He looked at his wife. Clara slept. Her face was pale. The fever had broken. Or so the doctor said. The room smelled of coal. And sickness. London was gray. The rain tapped the glass. A steady, rhythmic tap. Like a clock. Like a heart. Elias was a constable. He wore the uniform. The blue wool. The brass...

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