The Wistful Mountain

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The dream began with the smell of wet limestone and iron filings, a scent so potent it seemed to curdle the air around him. He was standing in a workshop that did not exist in the waking world, a place where the walls breathed and the tools hung from hooks that shifted like sleeping birds. In the center of the room stood a structure of impossible delicacy, a tower of spun glass and wire that...

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