The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent dampness that crept into the joints of the old mill and into the bones of the men who worked its night shifts. It was 1924, a year of soot and steel, of clattering gears and the heavy, rhythmic thud of hammers against iron, and in the shadow of the Blackwood Ironworks, life moved with the slow, grinding inevitability of the...

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