The Wistful Mountain

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The kettle sang a thin, reedy note in the kitchen of the cottage, a sound that seemed to vibrate against the bones of the house and settle into the marrow of Eleanor’s chest, a persistent, humming ache that had become the sole rhythm of her existence since Thomas had taken to the hills for his lungs, leaving her to tend the fire and the silence that followed his departure, and she stood there...

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