The Wistful Mountain

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The dream began with the sound of steam. It was a high, thin whistle, cutting through the dark of his mind. Thomas woke before the whistle faded. The room was cold. The coal fire had died to gray ash. He lay still, listening to the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. It was three in the morning. The town of Oakhaven slept beneath a blanket of soot and silence. He sat up. His bones ached. The...

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