The Wistful Mountain

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The cellar door did not open with a creak, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of damp earth and forgotten years that seemed to pull the air out of my lungs. I stood in the threshold of the coal chute, the iron grating cold against my palms, looking down into the abyss where the roots of the world were tangled and thick. It was 1914, or perhaps 1923; time had become a viscous fluid in the...

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