The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-19 14:36:17 -

The iron gate shuddered under my fist. Steam hissed from the valves. I am Arthur Vane. I am old. The fog rolls in thick. It tastes of rust. I climb the stairs. My knees ache. The factory bell tolls. One. Two. Three. The shadows lengthen. They move like smoke. I see him. Elias Thorne. My mentor. He stands by the great furnace. His back is to me. The heat is immense. It warms my face. I do not...

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