The Wistful Mountain

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The cellar door was not locked, but it was heavy, and the air behind it tasted of damp earth and something sharper, like the metallic tang of old pennies or rusted iron. Thomas Ashworth stood before it, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible, vibrating weight of the silence in his house. He was a man of the old trade, a confectioner in a town that had moved on to factories...

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