The Wistful Mountain

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The crate was heavy. It smelled of cedar and dust and the specific, sharp tang of old varnish. Elias carried it up the hill, his breath coming in short, white puffs that vanished into the gray sky. The air was thin here. It tasted of pine needles and cold stone. He had hired a mule. The mule had refused to climb the last steep ridge. So Elias climbed alone. His knees popped. They were not young...

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