The Wistful Mountain

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The sleep that took Holdsworth was not the dark, silent void he had always feared, but a thick, humming fog that smelled of rendered fat and stale yeast, a sensory assault that pinned him to the damp straw of the cellar floor where he had fallen unconscious from sheer exhaustion after a fourteen-hour shift kneading the sourdough that kept the village of Oakhaven from starvation. In this...

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