The Wistful Mountain

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The bell rang. It was not a church bell. It was a bone. It hung from the iron hook in the alley behind the textile mill. It rang without wind. It rang without hand. Margaret woke in the mud. The mud was cold. It was wet. It smelled of rust and old blood. She lay still. Her breath came in short gasps. The fog was thick. It was white. It was alive. It pressed against her face like a damp cloth....

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