The Wistful Mountain

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The clock on the wall had been broken for years. It sat high above the reception desk, a silent sentinel of brass and glass, its hands frozen at four-fifteen. We did not mind the time. Time was a luxury we could not afford to track. We had the ledger. We had the ink. We had the smell of damp wool and old paper that clung to the walls of the Bureau of Records. I was a clerk. A small man in a...

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