The Wistful Mountain

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The chisel slipped. It was a small thing, a vibration in the bone, but the sound that followed was loud in the silence of the attic. A sharp crack. A final, definitive separation. Elias stood still. He did not breathe. He held the chisel in one hand and the fragment of the porcelain bowl in the other. The bowl had been blue. It had been the color of the sky over the valley before the smoke...

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