The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the basement of the old mill smelled of wet stone and the sweet, cloying rot of peaches that had been left to ferment in the corner. You stood in the center of the room, your back against the cold brick, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom from the high, barred window above. It was a feast, in its own twisted way. The table before you was...

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