The Wistful Mountain

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The air in the High Court smelled of wet wool and old stone. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, thick and gray. Margaret stood by the pillar. Her hands were clasped tight. The nails bit into her palms. She did not look up. The judges sat above. Seven men. Their faces were flat and stone. They looked like carved wood. The light from the high window cut a thin line across the...

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