The Wistful Mountain

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The steam rose in thin, white veils from the ventilation grates, carrying the faint, metallic scent of heated copper and old dust. It was a smell that had seeped into the very walls of the Department of Civil Works, a bureaucratic labyrinth of mahogany desks and brass fittings where the air felt heavier than it should have been. Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk, a modest wooden slab in the...

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