The Wistful Mountain

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The sparrow fell. It did not fall gently. It crashed against the cobblestones with a wet, finality that shattered the morning silence of the market square. Its body lay broken. The feathers were torn. The beak was cracked. It was no longer a bird. It was only debris. Edmund stared. He did not blink. He was a mason. He knew stone. He knew weight. He knew the precise angle at which a thing would...

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