The Wistful Mountain

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"The bell has rung," said Captain Hale. His voice was dry as parchment. "It is time, Silas." I did not look up. My hands were steady on the map. The ink was still wet. It smelled of iron and rain. Outside, the wind screamed against the iron bars of the window. The Great Hall of the Ministry of Internal Order was vast. It was cold. The chandeliers cast long, jagged shadows on the marble floor....

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