The Wistful Mountain

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The hat sat on the high shelf, above the stove. It was a top hat, black silk, worn thin at the brim. It did not change. It did not rot. It waited. Elias watched it from the corner of his eye. He was a small man, hollowed out by hunger and cold. The factory floor beneath his feet was oil-stained and slick. Sparks flew from the forges, orange stars in the gray dark. The air smelled of iron and...

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