The Wistful Mountain

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"Stay," said the foreman. I stayed. The air in the cellar was thick. It tasted of dust and old iron. The light from the single bulb above was a pale, sickly yellow. It did not warm. It only revealed. I looked at my hands. They were stained with black soil. The nails were cracked. I had been digging all day. Or maybe it had been weeks. Time had lost its shape here. It pooled in the corners. It...

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