The Wistful Mountain

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"Did you see the moth, Elspeth? It was not white, but the color of old bruised plums." Margaret stood at the threshold of the conservatory, her fingers white-knuckled against the damp iron railing, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of the coming storm. It was a house that breathed with the industry of the century, a sprawling estate of glass and stone built to...

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