The Wistful Mountain

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The train groaned against the iron tracks as it climbed the steep grade into the valley of Oakhaven, a sound that was less mechanical than organic, like the deep, resonant exhale of a beast waking from a long and fevered sleep. I sat by the window, my uniform pressed and stiff, the brass buttons catching the dim, grey light of the industrial dawn that was slowly bleeding into the sky. In my lap...

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