The Wistful Mountain

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The mill bell cracked the morning sky like a bone snapping, a sound so sharp and final that it seemed to sever the thread of the world we knew, leaving us suspended in the sudden, ringing silence of a Tuesday that would no longer be ordinary. I stood at my desk, the wood grain worn smooth by decades of my palms, and felt the vibration travel up through the floorboards, into the soles of my...

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